The part of the country where I live isn't really famous for its scenery. No tourists come driving through to ooh and aah over fields, cows, and little creek beds with muddy red water dribbling through them. So I feel a secret joy in seeing great beauty here...the sun coming up...the rain moving in...the fog surrounding...it's all delightful to me. Here are pictures I've taken of the sky: from January through December and beyond...
January--a great orange, ripple
of clouds in the early morning
February--winds and windmills in a
white whirl of low-hanging clouds
March--new wheat rising under cool
clouds, greening the land
April--the sweet promise of rain on thirsty wheat
May-- loud storms, bouncing hail pellets,
thunderous tornadoes
June--quiet blue skies over harvested fields,
maybe a tired tuft of cloud.
July--the sun sinking behind the city, bronzing
clouds with a wearying heat
August--days full of rain, and the world smiled,
wonderful, wrapping mists of moisture
September--soil dry, red dirt, steel sky
October--fog on the bridges and whisper gray
November--thick clouds rolling, masses of cold
pushing the bright yellow sunlight from the fields
December--Pink sky, very early morning...
a snowy stillness on Christmas Day.
A final picture to make 13. This one was taken by one of my students on our way to school one morning. So how did she get such a good picture of the moon from a moving vehicle? Well, truthfully, that's not the moon; that's the sun.
