Photography; Clouds

This morning, while taking our Shih Tzu (Mr. Bentley) for one of his morning walks, I noticed the clouds. After he’d done his business, I immediately ran inside, grabbed my camera and started taking pictures with my Nikon D80.

A few of my lens have been temporarily displaced, so I’m using the lens that came with my Nikon D80. Although not the shots I wanted to take, it’s still a great view of what I saw in the sky this morning.

My daughter is used to me snapping up my camera and running outside, the majority of the time she joins me. However since she was sitting at the table eating the breakfast I’d prepared; Veggie scramble, banana pancakes, pineapple/strawberry, & kiwi smoothie (all made by myself). She wasn’t moving. She asked me, “What did you see mommy?” “Clouds”, I said while streaking out the door. “Oh!”, she said, turning her attention back to her breakfast.

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud. I enjoy my alone time, but I haven’t felt lonely in a long time. Anyway, the poem is one of my favorites by William Wadsworth, and so I’ve decided to include it below. Perhaps, you’ll enjoy it as much as I?

Because of the season, I don’t have any daffodils to show you. However if you stop by Celebrate Life this coming spring, I’ll have plenty of gardening photos to share.

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wadsworth 1804