Feather Dusted Sky

My friend Trisha, who actually gets up early enough to drink a cup of coffee and enjoy a sunrise, captured the haunting photo below on Saturday morning. She thought it looked like fire on the hillside. I think it kind of looks like spirits rising from the horizon. Either way, wow! So, I had to blog her photo because this is the coolest shot I’ve seen in a very long time.

The clouds maintained that lapping, firey quality about them most of the day, but by the time I could stop and take a picture, they had begun to disperse into wisps of falling feathers.

The Feather Dusted Sky
Haunted Hillside – Photo Credit: Trisha McIntee

Haiku with a Stolen Pen

This was the sky at noon today.  I briefly regretted not having my D90 with me but remembered David saying, “the best camera is the one you have with you.”   So, this is the noon sky as captured by my camera phone. 

To spice it up a little, I decided to write a Haiku.  Random, I know, considering I haven’t written a Haiku before.  I had to steal a pen to do it, but felt it was worth the petty crime.  If you’re not familiar, Haiku is usually three short lines. The first line contains 5 syllables, the second line seven 7 syllables, and the third line contains 5 syllables.  It doesn’t rhyme, and should create a mental picture.   Here’s my first attempt…

Empty cobalt sky
Brush a white seraphim dance
Heaven turns canvas


I got an email from someone I’ve grown quite fond of this morning who wrote, “life is an adventure and it should leave you  breathless from time to time and wondering what just happened.”   I couldn’t agree more. 

As I drove the winding road up Chuckanut this evening, admiring yet another amazing sunset, I felt at peace about my whirlwind trip to Ireland and anything that may come.