We see them every day and yet do we really appreciate their beauty?
When I flew to Canada, I had the beautiful and awe-inspiring delights of flying above the cloud level and looking down on the tops; from 14,000 feet the air is so clear the cloud tops have a pink tinge like candy floss.
The picture on the left was taken not far from my house in Bristol, I took it because it looks like a torch shining behind the house.
The following picture I took at our mall a few months after my friend Faye passed away-I realise it has no meaning, but to me it signified she had passed over happily.
The dragon was a cloud formation I shot in Alberta, when Faye and I were on the road to Bonneyville to see her daughter, Marge-Faye always enjoyed how I could see things in the clouds, much like Marcel Proust did.
The picture after the dragon is a view to Cotswold hills in Gloucestershire, just beyond is Cheltenham-a place I loved to visit-this shot cannot be taken again, the bridge I stoos on has been taken down owing to concrete cancer.
The last image was taken because it is a lovely picture; it shows a winter's sky over the Cotswolds from our mall.
When I flew to Canada, I had the beautiful and awe-inspiring delights of flying above the cloud level and looking down on the tops; from 14,000 feet the air is so clear the cloud tops have a pink tinge like candy floss.
The picture on the left was taken not far from my house in Bristol, I took it because it looks like a torch shining behind the house.
The following picture I took at our mall a few months after my friend Faye passed away-I realise it has no meaning, but to me it signified she had passed over happily.
The dragon was a cloud formation I shot in Alberta, when Faye and I were on the road to Bonneyville to see her daughter, Marge-Faye always enjoyed how I could see things in the clouds, much like Marcel Proust did.
The picture after the dragon is a view to Cotswold hills in Gloucestershire, just beyond is Cheltenham-a place I loved to visit-this shot cannot be taken again, the bridge I stoos on has been taken down owing to concrete cancer.
The last image was taken because it is a lovely picture; it shows a winter's sky over the Cotswolds from our mall.
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