Disheartened, he raised his eyes towards the slowdrifting clouds, dappled and seabourne. They were voyaging across the deserts of the sky, a host of nomads on the march, voyaging high...
about this blog & me
My name is Laura. I like to watch the sky. I like to think about how the conscious appreciation of beauty influences the way we live.
In 2009, I received a Watson Fellowship to spend one year traveling around the world seeking remarkable clouds and learning about how they affect people in different places. This blog documents that year and continues to document observations of a similar vein. I tend another blog you can find here: http://samaraplace.tumblr.com/.
An ecstasy of flight made radiant his eyes and wild his breath and tremulous and wild and radiant his windswept limbs. This was the call of life to his soul...An instant of wild flight had delivered him and the cry of triumph which his lips witheld cleft his brain.He would create proudly out of the freedom and power of his soul, as the great artificer whose name he bore, a living thing, new and soaring and beautiful, impalpable, imperishable.
