Monday, July 14, 2008

Clouds Aren't Picky (196/366)





They have no pretense; you can see the most beautiful ones drifting lazily above a cow pasture, casting shadows along the mountains and valleys of the Shenandoah, or intertwined with smokestacks and powerlines. They are willing to adorn the most humble of horizons. 
Clouds drape the plainest, grittiest skylines in the ethereal.


1 comment:

Yankee, Transferred said...

You've caught up with some amazing stuff here, AM. I'm so glad you're back. I'm enjoying all your photos.