I noticed this morning that some people have their photos up for the Shadow Shot Sunday meme. Like all memes with a particular day in the title, this one messes with different times zones around our glorious rotund globe. Not to worry, time is just some big ol' Buddhist joke anyway, I'm convinced!
I haven't participated in this "delightful" meme yet, and I probably won't get to it this weekend either, but I did give me the idea to post this photo from yesterday. It was gloomy snowy, sleety, rainy by turns all day until late in the afternoon. Then the sun broke through, and lo and behold - a shadow! Everyone was excited! I grabbed my camera; the birds all distributed themselves among the branches and even perched on my window sill to catch some of the welcome warmth. That's my old feeder hanging on the tree. I'm trying a different location and a different feeder this year, which explains the absence of footprints. Otherwise it would have looked more like the photo below, from last year: lots of tracks back and forth to the feeder. And one side trip just to look at the ice.
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.