Friday, June 16, 2017

Friday is Skyday

After a tempest
looking northwards of Seanhenge
enjoying great peace


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    1. So wonderful that I kept watching without taking photographs for at least an hour.

  2. Our revels now are ended: These our actors -
    As I foretold you, were all spirits and
    Are melted into air, into thin air;
    And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
    The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
    The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
    Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
    And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
    Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff
    As dreams are made on, and our little life
    Is rounded with a sleep.

    ~ The Tempest

    Mammatus clouds are a rare sight

    1. Ach, Prospero.
      Indeed, they are. At least in and around Seanhenge.