I've looked at clouds from both sides now...

Clouds Reflected in Lake - Photo © Margaret Buffie

I've looked at clouds from both sides now, from up and down, and still somehow it's cloud illusions I recall.  Joni Mitchell 

Note from Margaret: Many of these photos I snapped were shot in the two bays where I paddle my canoe each morning and evening. We all have different horizons to look at every day, but if we look closely we will see that the sky above each horizon changes dramatically every second of every  day. Many of us in our busy lives, hardly notice. 

                       
                      You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds. 
                                         Henry David Thoreau

Cumulus Blue © Margaret Buffie

Truly, were I every evening to depict sunrise, (or in this case, sunset) and every morning to see it, still I should cry, like the children, Once more, once more! Jean Paul Friedrich 

Magenta Sunset© Margaret Buffie

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. Rabindranath Tagore

Layers © Margaret Buffie

The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn't it be? — it is the same the angels breathe. 

Mark Twain

Angel's Breath © Margaret Buffie

There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.

G.K. Chesterton 

Thunderhead Castle © Margaret Buffie

I wandered lonely as a cloud... 

William Wordsworth

One Cloud © Margaret Buffie

Those clouds are angels' robes. 

Charles Kingsley

Angel's Wings © Margaret Buffie

Angel Robed in Mist and Clouds© Margaret Buffie

The ground we walk on, the plants and creatures, the clouds above constantly dissolving into new formations - each gift of nature possessing its own radiant energy, bound together by cosmic harmony. 

Ruth Bernhard

 Stripes in the Sky © Margaret Buffie

Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven,

Curtain round the vault of heaven.

Thomas Love Peacock

Coming or Going? © Margaret Buffie

The inner half of every cloud

Is bright and shining:

I therefore turn my clouds about

And always wear them inside out

To show the lining.

Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler

Golden Morning © Margaret Buffie 

The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight has been present like an archangel at the creation of light and of the world. 

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sliver © Margaret Buffie

Fire Smoked Moon at Midnight © Margaret Buffie

Rosy clouds were spread like flowers in the sun's pathway... the singing world of the air hung exulting in the hues of morning and the heavenly blue; sparks of clouds darted up from gold bars along the horizon; at last the flames of the sun streamed in over the earth. 

Jean Paul Friedrich Richter

A New Morning is Born © Margaret Buffie

The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober coloring from an eye

That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality. William Wordsworth

Darkling Clouds © Margaret Buffie

Descent into Night © Margaret Buffie

Ye glorious pageants! hung in air
To greet our raptur'd view;

What in creation can compare,

For loveliness, with you?

   Bernard Barton

Sailor's Delight © Margaret Buffie

A few amber clouds floated in the sky without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple-green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven. 

Washington Irving

Promises to Come © Margaret Buffie 

Those playful fancies of the mighty sky. 

Albert Smith 

Sky Writing © Margaret Buffie

Drifting © Margaret Buffie

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;

I change, but I cannot die....

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Changes Ahead © Margaret Buffie

When we look up, it widens our horizons. We see what a little speck we are in the universe, so insignificant, and we all take ourselves so seriously, but in the sky, there are no boundaries. No differences of caste or religion or race. 

Julia Gregson

A Speck in the Sky © Margaret Buffie