As extreme weather brews along the Southern and Northern borders of the U.S., I thought I would share some neat-o sky shots that did not accompany any severe weather but caught my attention.
I would make a great weather reporter.
Not.
This kind of creeps me out in an “I have chills but can’t stop staring at it” kind of way.
I can’t decide what these clouds look like exactly.
Cotton balls?
Scumbling?
Curdled milk?
There is a lot going on here.
A nice sunset.
An ominous bridge of clouds.
And some beaming rays of light.
Surely this all has some greater significance.
I’m just not sure what that might be.
Do you see the crescent moon?
It’s between the chimney and the peak of the roofline.
Watch out for Debby.
Y’all be careful,
Sugarlump
The Sugarlump 
Ahhhh–the ole buttermilk sky, as the song says. Lovely.
I hadn’t heard that song before and just listened to it. I love it! Thanks for telling me about it 🙂
I adore clouds. And your photography captured them beautifully. Thank you for sharing. I am enjoying your blog! Cheers, Gina
Thank you! I just love clouds, too. I’m addicted to taking pictures of them 🙂
Learnt a new word today. Thanks 🙂
Scumbling. And I have an art degree – sheesh …
Haha, that’s ok! I had a painting teacher in high school who was all about scumbling so I retreived that word from somewhere deep in my brain the other day 🙂
I love the word “curdled” to describe the clouds. Skies are wonderful—I’m looking at a soft rosy North Carolina sunset punctuated by fireflies. (The cost of the experience was the day’s humidity.) I may be more of a weather nerd than you are. I recently acquired a new altimeter (it’s for off-trail navigation in the Smokies) that has a “Storm Alarm” based on rapidly dropping barometric pressure. Actually kind of silly, but I like knowing it’s there! Thanks for visiting my blog.
Cool! I may need to ask for one of those for my birthday 🙂 Thanks for stopping by!