08 March, 2004

Look now, look again

Once again, the world changes....

The sky is a seething mass of contradictions, now a rolling line of thunderheads, writhing like the sea, now illuminated at the horizon, sun tearing through here and there, now patchy like the sky of a Peanuts comic, now the amazing stormblue that reflects the light in a way that makes me yearn for skill as a painter.

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