Alaskana

Clouds and a picture.


Up in the clouds - the dog, Kewee, and me.


Kewee checking out the view.


Colors of the higher elevations at Mt. Baldy.


The sun, bursting through the late morning clouds.


A day on top of the hills. Maybe a day to think or just a day to browse the hill tops. It was sunny - for a portion of the hours spent on ridge. Possibly one of the few remaining sunny and warmer days for this dwindling summer season.

Clouds. They move and take shape as the winds direct. Some are small. Others are large. Many find themselves joining together, moving across the sky in solemn unity to destinations unknown. Their shapes ebb and flow, constantly changing to the environment in which they find themselves, adapting only to survive and to carry on that mission upon which they strive. Mountains prove no match as the winds push and tug the whitish shapes around the stationary mound - a shape changing only by that which stood in its path. Rarely stagnant are these elevated wisps of elegance. They lay still for none continuing their progress, their mission 'till Someone says "done".