Clouds Above and Below

Traveling by car toward Indianapolis today at 75 miles an hour, I rolled down the window in an attempt to capture the softness of the hues.  Indiana’s soil and even the trees, maybe because of mineral content, maybe because of the mist and cloud cover, but most likely a combination of all the elements, were mauve.


Color has never had such a profound effect on me as this Spring.


From the plane, above the very clouds that rained down on us on the ground, another type of landscape, luminosity that woke me from a snooze.  Today involved high speeds and soft lands.