This is a recent shot, taken from my Ontario backyard, looking towards the general area of the Michigan-Ohio border. They always say there are no straight lines in nature, but this cloud looks pretty contradictory to me. First it reminded me of some of my Dad’s old drafting tools and measuring tools. From there I jumped to the old days of my Art History major, and one of my favorite works - William Blake’s “Ancient of Days (God as an Architect)” Finally, both compass and right angle reminded me of the symbol on the front of the old Masonic Auditorium that was a cultural and concert venue when I was a kid in Detroit.
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.