Cloud Hands

November 23, 2010

This a photograph taken via cell phone near Willits, located in California’s Mendocino County, and e-mailed to me.
Cloud formations are always inspiring, but this shot is oddly fascinating with an intriguing, pleading image for reconciliation of harmony.

More than cool.

And, this the last stanza of Percy Shelley’s The Cloud

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.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.

And, it being 2010 and not the early 1800s, clouds are no longer a lyrical ‘nursling of the Sky,’ but those outstretched fingers above could indicate some possible bad shit in the works.
New cloud research in relation to climate change/global warming has indicated the environmental situation might be worse the supposed.
Researchers from the University of Hawaii Manoa (UHM) have presented a new approach to determining cloud feedbacks via a warmer climate and results detailed in the Journal of Climate (subs. req’d).
This conclusion from a UHM news release:

“If our model results prove to be representative of the real global climate, then climate is actually more sensitive to perturbations by greenhouse gases than current global models predict, and even the highest warming predictions would underestimate the real change we could see.”

(big h/t to Climate Progress).

For the time being, though, lie back and savor the cloud fingers floating fancy free.

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