It was a beautiful day on the island, made all the more beautiful by white fluffy things floating through the ink-blue sky.
“Are these air-sheep?”, I asked the farmer in the field, for who would know more about animals, land- or airborne, than someone who milked and killed them for a living.
“No,” he said, as if talking to a city guy who knew nothing about that, by which he may have been right.
“These are clouds,” he explained, which didn’t explain anything.
“They are beautiful,” I said, to which he shrugged his shoulders.
I think he was one of those people who aren’t interested in what can neither be eaten, nor counted towards the gross domestic product.
I, on the other hand, am an adventurous aestheticist, and thus, I climbed up the steep volcano which is the center, the foundation and the peak of the island, to get closer to the clouds.
Well, I did get very close. Actually, I climbed straight into the clouds. They were cold, windy and wet.
Maybe clouds, like humans and other things, are best admired from afar.
Links:
- More clouds.
- More from the island of Faial.
The Happy Hermit 
Wow! I love these pictures of clouds. You’re talented 😉😊
Well, the clouds were just there. It required no talent to capture them.
But if your compliment refers to my writing, then I gladly accept it. ;-)
Congratulations for the pictures that have wonderful colours and for your writing too 😊
Thank you very much, Ma’am!
You made some good points in the video at the end, I agree with most of what you said. 😊
Oops, I knew there would be someone who can read lip movements! And of course it had to be a language genius like you.
The second photo’s my favourite. But they’re all beautiful.
On a side note . . .
Seems that since I deleted my wordpress account I can ‘comment’, but no longer just ‘like’.
No time to figure that out. Weird.
I like those plants too. They are cane, like a small bamboo.
And don’t worry, I am not one to count likes. That would just make me depressed.
But don’t forget to enter your name the next time, or I won’t know who you are. Which would be a shame if we ever bump into each other by accident.
Gorgeous photos of the horizon! The contrast of the blues with the white fluffy clouds… just beautiful! I’ll never understand people who aren’t awed by natural beauty. I tried to show my daughter pictures of an incredible sunset the other day and she didn’t even want to look. She said she doesn’t care about sunsets and stuff😲 She must get that attitude from her father.😉😂
I wouldn’t give up yet.
Sometimes, appreciation for certain things only comes to us later in life. Or when we are walking across the prairie, facing the sunset.
Wow, this one is particularly poetic, in all its zen simplicity. :) I understand the shock of going ‘back’ to normality in such stressful times, and how even Horta might seem overwhelming right now. Especially as you arrived on the island when the lockdown was starting, and so hadn’t exactly known its ‘normal’ before. I was completely shocked when I arrived in Santiago de Compostela booming with tourists and pilgrims, after having walked the Way for just a week… I think this is a common feeling right now, especially with the added fear of the virus and the so-called ‘second wave’. In truth, I would prefer some things to not go back to ‘normal’, especially road traffic and pollution… It will be hard to forget that we were once able to breath freely (ironically during the outbreak of a respiratory disease).
I am glad someone discovered the poetry, thank you very much!
And it will get worse once the masses of tourists will arrive again. For me, these two months were good. I learned that I don’t really need people, as long as I have enough books.
It really would have been an opportunity to rethink things, ecologically and economically, but maybe the break was too short. Maybe most people really believe in consumption and production, in buying and spending more than in anything else. Very sad.
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