Nature’s art is painted effortlessly.

Complex clouds, blue sky, reflected light. Nature's art is painted effortlessly.
Complex clouds, blue sky, reflected light. Nature’s art is painted effortlessly.
To see perfect beauty, lift eyes.
To see perfect beauty, lift eyes.
No single short life can appreciate every instance of beauty in a seemingly infinite universe. We are adrift in space and time. We ourselves are like clouds...moving, changing.
No single life can appreciate every instance of beauty in a seemingly infinite universe. We are adrift in space and time. We ourselves are like clouds…ephemeral, changing.
Why do clouds make the spirit soar?
Why do clouds make the spirit soar?
Filaments of white, streaked by unseen winds.
Filaments of white, streaked by unseen winds.
The imagination runs free when we gaze quietly, thoughtfully at ever-changing clouds. Perhaps we see ourselves.
The imagination runs free when we gaze quietly, thoughtfully at ever-changing clouds. Perhaps we see ourselves.
Music-like notes of beauty in one small glance.
Music-like notes of beauty in one quick upward glance.
The rigid laws of nature provide an endless variety of subtle, beautiful patterns.
The rigid laws of nature create a numberless variety of delicate, subtle patterns.
One last photograph. I might have captured a hundred equally beautiful images...a thousand, a million...just in this one small place...if I had the time.
One last photograph. I might have captured a hundred equally beautiful images…a thousand, a million…if I had the time…