It’s not often we get clouds in summer.
But when we do, they are always interesting. These ones look like cotton wool.
Here you can see the fierce sun just waiting to obliterate the clouds; which it did shortly after these photos!
You probably have no idea how happy I was to see clouds again, after so many long hot summer months of clear – deep – blue – skies!
So yeah, I am on Cloud Nine!
It has been one of the hottest summers I remember, here in Cape Town. Temperatures have stayed in the mid to high 30s (Centigrade), with rarely a breeze.
As we baked yet again under a clear blue sky, I glanced up and noticed, finally, these few wispy clouds.
Forming, disappearing and reforming a good 6 kilometres above me, I wished I could fly through these ice crystals and find some relief from the enervating heat.
And if you look closely you’ll also see the Moon.
post script: These wispy ice-crystal clouds are Cirrus.
Mysterious signs in the sky. Are aliens trying to contact us with this weird phenomenon, like they do with crop circles?
I’ve never seen patterns like this before. This is Sky Writing taken to a whole new level!
Conditions must have been just so to cause this cloud formation from a passing jet, in the North of England in June.
Either that, or the pilot was drunk!
Purple evening skies with unearthly lights.
A new Moon and the Evening Star.
Hanging in the purple mists, Venus and a Cheshire Cat Moon.
Out of all the sunset colours I prefer the purple hues.
You may know of Venus as the  Morning Star, if you live in the northern hemisphere.
A collection of verse
One
Look straight up on a winter’s day
When sun shines bright and clears the way
See blue touched by a silver band
Yet painted by no artist’s hand
Two
With wisps and tendrils lovingly
Jack Frost adorns the skies
And biting cold no longer numbs
You gaze with spellbound eyes
Three
Wafting on the icy breeze
Drifting over tops of trees
Soaring to the stratosphere
Floating ice-clouds soon appear
Four
When mystery and mists combine
In curlicues and columbine
Then all your heart could ever hope
Is drifting there beyond your scope
It’s 6pm. Still light – Hello Summer! This is the view from my kitchen door as I washed the dishes last night.
Yeah it took a while to wash those dishes!
But you know what? There’ll be more dishes to wash tonight –
But a sky like this only comes around once in a Blue Moon!