I love clouds. Their various formations, ever-changing shapes, and interplay with light intrigue me.
I had just arrived home after an all day drive from out of state when I spotted this cloud seemingly exploding over the hill behind our home. The cloud was so thick the late evening sun barely filtered through, creating varying color patches among the grays and silver.
Writer, marketer, columnist, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, township trustee, converted Anabaptist, community activist, my life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again.
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Totally adored this post! I often encounter Amish at the children’s hospital where I work and am amazed at how many are familiar with the rare bird alerts (since they have no electricity or computers). They call the rare bird line! They are a mindful, very present culture. Writing this in West Virginia where we are vacationing with two bald eagles and one golden on this farm property where we are camped out for two weeks!
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I also like the cloud-bank in your masthead.
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Thank you. That thunderstorm was 75 miles N. of my house.
Bruce
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Totally adored this post! I often encounter Amish at the children’s hospital where I work and am amazed at how many are familiar with the rare bird alerts (since they have no electricity or computers). They call the rare bird line! They are a mindful, very present culture. Writing this in West Virginia where we are vacationing with two bald eagles and one golden on this farm property where we are camped out for two weeks!
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Thank you so much, Denise. Enjoy your stay in WV. It’s probably a little wet there today based on the radar returns.
Bruce
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