Hello web populace, what a grim yet bizarrely blissful day it has turned out to be...
Although ive been subject to square eyes, at the hands of the evil Macintosh for the last 9 hours.
The colossal colliding of clouds, and the sparkly forks that light up the sky, have been a much welcomed addition to an otherwise morbid Wednesday.
I dont believe ive experienced such exciting environmental conditions since Universals Studio (circa 2002)
I did check Granada reports but still no reports of flying cows on Market street yet. Damn.
But in a similarly bewitching way, some of my life's most
'cinema couldn't recreate it' memories have revolved around the weather.
- Nestled between the rents, munching Cheese puffs larger than my 5year old noggin, at the Holiday Inn Clearwater, I watched my first and still the most magnificent tropical storm, chasse upon the Mexican gulf.
- Marshmallows & MinuteMaid around the campfire at lake Erie Ontario, absorbing an hour long fluorescent sky spectacular, that kissed the faraway shores of NewYork State.
- Routine Milka munching on my Mediterranean balcon, with best friend and partner in crime. Those several months of star gazing and thunder therapy, beneath patchwork blankets in 2008, was a sure way to soothe my soul.
Another way to soothe the soul, is to gallop through a billion blossoming Poppies butt naked.
(Certainly not foot naked I may add)
Gorgeous Gordie snaps by the canny George Swift.
Withlove Raphaella x