Hey hey, I’m back! Lots of stories to tell from my trip, but I’ve been awake for more than 26 hours at this point and I have to work today, so I’ll just post some cloudscapes.
As an accompaniment, here is a poem by Stephen Cushman.
Beside the Point
The sky has never won a prize.
The clouds have no careers.
The rainbow doesn’t say my work,
The rock in the creek’s not so productive.
The mud on the bank’s not too pragmatic.
There’s nothing useful in the noise
the wind makes in the leaves.