These photos are untouched. They are mystifying to me. I have watched the clouds all my life. Until I started taking pictures with my digital camera two years ago--I don't remember ever seeing square shapes in the clouds before. It is a mystery and oddly disconcerting.
Last April I caught the golden light of sunset bathing these pink beauties before darkness fell. This is one of the lovely tulip trees gracing our streets. They are such fascinating trees. Their exotic blooms never fail to amaze and fill my eyes with their beauty.
Have you ever had the feeling you were being watched? You know, that prickly uneasy sensation right below the neckline between the shoulder blades?
The storms were offshore the first night. I caught this lovely view of bare branch, sky and ocean just before the sun went down.
The clouds looked like soft pillows laying on the air. I thought I'd like to take a nap there. Later that night the winds kicked up with gusts around 70 miles per hour.
The second day was beautiful! If you look closely at these clouds--you'll see a lovely maiden's face as she slumbers upon the blue.
I was astonished to catch this bear in the clouds. Can you see him? I am not sure I can make out what he's holding in his paws--what do you think he's holding?
The second night's sunset was spectacular! The storms predicted slipped southward, leaving behind a glorious trail of colorful skies.
Here you see the gorgeous haze of purple, pink and yellow as the sun hid behind the mists.
I thought the photo above looked like a little bit of heaven.
Abe, this picture is for YOU. I thought about your wonderful photography the moment I saw this seagull strutting along the rocks. Isn't he funny? You have such a gift. All the wonderful birds you capture on you camera reflect such personality. I like to think maybe I caught the genius of your photography in this photo.
This is the spouting horn found in Depoe Bay along the Oregon Coast. When the tide is high, waves compress themselves beneath the rocks, then blow up and out through a crevice. It is great fun to watch. This is only a small burst of water I was able to capture. There are only two such spouting horns in the world--one is in Mexico and the other in Depoe Bay, Oregon.
There was a storm approaching. A few moments later we were drenched in heavy rain. The storm followed us over the coast range mountains as we drove home.
Arriving home, we were greeted by yet another an incredible sunset. Here you can see the porthole in my garden as it looks without leaves. 
Two years ago I clicked my very first photo of clouds where something unexpected can be seen. If you look closely at this untouched photo of the sea--there is the cloudy profile of a lovely woman looking at the waves.
You've heard of shy violets? Not so with this one! This pink fellow obviously poked his head above ground, took one look around and said, "Hey! Whas' Happenin' with no leaves on the trees?!" His jaw appears to have dropped in utter consternation.
Last summer on a walk with my Friend Lynn, we found this unexpected bed of gorgeous flowers tucked away near the wild forest streams. The colors were so vibrant and filled my eyes so vastly I had to share their beauty with you on this grey cold day.
This is My Lioness in late summer. Since Snowbunny left for city living, Crickette' is often my companion whenever I go outside. She watches the birds, stalks bugs and defends her turf. She also seems to find anything I do to be endlessly fascinating.
I remember this walk well--Clytie and I were astounded at all the varied mushrooms we found, including this cluster of shrooms . . .
This frilled skirted shroom . . .
Though this photo was taken two years ago with my lesser pixel camera, it is still one of my favorite cloud pictures, partly because of the pastel ocean colors, but mostly because of the sheer gorgeousness of the cloud formation. The beauty of this scene fills my eyes and heart with awe. 
On one of our woodsy wanderings, Clytie and I found this huge parasitic growth on an oak tree where the city had cleared away some gorgeous native growth in the name of conservation. It is either poison oak, or ivy. Whatever this is, it had been there a LONG time.
I miss summertime when the earth is warm and rich with life. Here you see The Watcher. Her name is Snowbunny and until she moved away with her owners, she was often my silent companion as I tended the garden. I miss the little dickens.
I love the wheels on my 1980 Lincoln Versailles, which was given to me by my Papa Dave. No one wanted the car, he couldn't even sell her--so she became mine.
My darling Sissy Clytie has a way of catching the light. I have always envied her ability to capture nature's gorgeous jewels.
