I couldn't get enough of these clouds that appeared after a rainstorm we had last week. My mother taught me the names of clouds as a child, traveling across the desert from California to Utah, in the sweltering summer heat. Cumulus, the cumulus family, nimbus, stratus, cirrus (to this day, cumulus clouds remind me of this song...) These particular clouds are called mammatus, although my boyfriend, not my mother, taught me this (he knows his clouds). As in mammary glands. Usually appearing after, but sometimes before, a storm. I thought they looked like balls of cotton, and I floated with them until they disappeared into the night sky.
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Gorgeous! It is a summer of strange and wondrous clouds, I think. I got caught in a hailstorm today in New Hampshire, and we have been having monster thunderstorms like I haven't seen since I lived in the midwest. I love the last bit you wrote in your post about floating with the clouds until they disappeared
--so lovely.
Gigi: Thank you! Strange and wondrous, indeed. Last nights full moon was aptly named, the 'Thunder Moon'. Sunny skies, here; we are finally having a summer. (I wouldn't mind having another thunder-even hail-storm, soon!)
Beautiful mammatus! How did you ever capture that delicious color?!
M:It was easy-- the night was pure magic. There was a double rainbow that preceded those clouds, too!
i could look at these pictures for days on end...
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