Clouds in Texas
These clouds hovering over a wheatfield in the Texas Panhandle rolled in as I was photographing a windmill farm nearby. I made two photograph of them, within seconds of each other, because the light was rapidly changing as the sun came in and out of the clouds behind me. This made the ground go very dark as the sun was blocked by the cloud, while the clouds I photographed didn’t change in appearance at all.
Here is the other one, presented again for comparison to the new one above.
I love these two. I grew up in the Panhandle of Texas. As a child, we spent a good bit of time on the road, driving back and forth between other small towns to visit relatives. When there were clouds (like these), I always thought of them as The Fleet. I shivered a bit watching those rolling shadows that the The Great Sky Ships cast to the ground as The Fleet was passing overhead… floating away … onward in that heavenly sea… to other places. And I felt very small. See the rain coming down from some of those clouds? Rain was Hope in such a dry land. And such vast beautiful lonely country it was to me. You caught all of this and reminded me of those days of being very small under the Ships.
Thank you, Mr. Crawford.
Comment by RT — February 24, 2008 @ 10:25 pm