We have been sick thanks to a bacteria picked up in Cambodia, but are always open to natural aesthetics.
. . . and thinking of Constable.
Bone-white cloud and a Silver Gull
‘If painting is another name for feeling, and the sky an organ of sentiment, then his [Constable’s] cloud sketches are less a notation of changing weather effects than a series of Romantic lyrics: exhalations and exclamations, meditations and reflections, attached to a specific location and moment in time.’ Mary Jacobus, Romantic Things: A Tree, a Rock, a Cloud, U of Chicago P, 2012.
Cloud reflections
Cloud over Nuungu Miiral (just visible). The sacred mountain that lives behind our home.
A vanishing moon.
