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In the middle of nothing, I looked the sky, it was spectacular. A cloud, too large, seemed to take possession of all.
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I awaked up very early in this autumn morning when dense dark clouds , the moon and the sunrise create a beautiful composition
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I've noticed Mistletoe growing increasingly in UK trees, so I read up about it and learnt that it's due in part to an influx of continental blackcaps from Germany that have started overwintering in Britain, with many thousands now spending their winters here.
'Blackcaps are migratory warblers that are becoming regular winter visitors to our bird tables. Berries, including those of mistletoe, are an essential part of their diet. On eating the white flesh of the mistletoe berry, the birds wipe their bills on twigs and branches, leaving behind the seed. If the seed is deposited on a host tree and manages to take hold, a mistletoe plant might germinate on the branch. It seems that blackcaps are more efficient at spreading mistletoe seeds than other birds, such as the mistle thrush, which also feed on the berries.' - www.woodlandtrust.org.uk/blog/2018/12/where-does-mistleto....
'According to the Anglo-Saxons, kissing under the mistletoe was connected to the legend of Freya, Norse Goddess of love, beauty and fertility. According to legend, a man had to kiss any young girl who, without realizing it, found herself accidentally under a sprig of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.' www.thewhitegoddess.co.uk/articles/mythology_folklore/mis....
Mike Oldfield ~ Incantations Part Four
Sometimes there is nothing special in an extraordinary scene. The light and the weather makes it so unique. At least, that's what I think. Especially when I see the right kind of sky.
"All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds."
Richard Brautigan (1935-1984)
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Il mio è fra le nuvole
Qualche volta non c'è niente di speciale in una scena straordinaria. La luce e il tempo la rendono così fuori dal comune. Almeno così penso. Specialmente se vedo il cielo che dico io.
"Tutti noi abbiamo un posto nella storia. Il mio è fra le nuvole"
Richard Brautigan (1935-1984)
Clouds produced by the Marine Layer, the source of the May Gray or June Gloom as we so affectionately call it, break against the high point at Saddle Peak in the Santa Monica Mountains. With an elevation of over 2,300 feet where the camera is, the cloud layer was quite thick this morning. I had not yet discovered a spot to gain enough elevation to see the sunrise, but after this trip I know where to go. It was fun to watch the clouds overflow like a giant tub of dry ice. Not long after this photo the clouds rose up and enveloped me.