Just as with every mountain or prairie landscape, the lake has many moods. Here are three recent spring-time horizons. The first is of the late afternoon sun illuminating the Point Pelee peninsula, the next is of the last floe of ice before it drifted away and melted. You can see the herring gulls have planted their flag, but their newly-claimed territory won't last. The bottom photo with the Canada geese was taken earlier this morning. If winter snow and winds bring white-out conditions, spring fog brings "gray outs." The horizon is strangely uncertain, and the geese look like they are floating in a mystic, unnameable element. Even their normally raucous voices seemed somehow quieter in the still morning.
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.