Tuesday was an extraordinary sky-day; the entire blue dome was full of my favorite kind of clouds. A sweeping panorama was beyond the capabilities of my camera, so I snapped a small part of it over the lake—coming too close to the Purple Martin condo for their comfort, and they took to nervous flight. I posted a while back about how picky Purple Martins can be about their lodgings, so I’m happy to see that in spite of all my concerns about this particular nest site, the Martins are at home in it, even if they are ‘not receiving.’ The second photo is of a cornfield just up the road from the lake. In fact, that little dot of a tree at the far end stands only twenty feet or so from the water.
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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.