Cotton Cloudiness, rainbow over St. Simons Island, Georgia, July 2008, all photos © 2008 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.
cotton cloudiness
Atlantic ocean rainbow
ghosts of St. Simons
-posted on red Ravine, Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008
-related to post: haiku (one-a-day)
How beautiful! I tried taking a photo of a rainbow a couple of weeks ago with my cell phone, but that didn’t work out. I wish I had my camera around at that time! It’s when I want to take pictures of something is when I don’t have my camera with me??!! Isn’t that frustrating? LOL.
Anyway, lovely haiku with a lovely photo.
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What a peaceful photo, QM. I saw a lot of those cotton puff clouds today, and I shot a few from the plane. I’m still in awe of being up there with the cotton candy clouds of my youth, like no matter how rationale I have become, the idea of flying through clouds remains its own sort of miracle to me.
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Hhmm, reminds of the sky in a renaissance painting. The haiku accompanies the photo well.
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a~lotus, it is indeed frustrating to not have your camera when you see that perfect shot. I carry mine most everywhere I go these days. (Or make a conscious decision not to carry it.) It helps when the moment comes along.
But, of course, it depends on the size of your camera. I have one small enough to tuck inside a coat or jacket and out of the rain. (But secretly I am craving a full-sized digital SLR like my brother just got! Maybe in the next few years.) What kind of camera do you have?
Rainbows are hard to capture photographically; the light has to be just right. The one in this photograph is actually too faint to see clearly. But I felt like it was enough there to post. It has memories for me of walking on St. Simons beach with Mom and Liz on a hot July afternoon. But this photo probably wouldn’t hold up printed out on paper.
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Christine, a Renaissance painting. Yum. I’m holding that thought…thank you.
ybonesy, when I wrote the “cotton” in this haiku, I was thinking of the cotton fields of the South and it seemed to go with the image of cotton skies. But actually, in St. Simons and the rest of the Golden Isles along the Georgia coast, there were rice plantations more than cotton. And there is still evidence of them in the waterways.
I also like the part of flying where it seems like we are floating on clouds. I’m as amazed at it now as I was the very first time I flew. Something about being in a controlled environment and quietly looking out at the sky that is very peaceful.
Oh, BTW, it was a beautiful late afternoon when I took this shot. It was hotter than heck and we’d just arrived in St. Simons, checked into the hotel, then driven the few miles to the beach. I wish we could have stayed there longer. Next time. 8)
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