I painted these clouds at 6 pm facing the west. The air was so cool (about 36 degrees F) we also had sleet in the early evening, just before this painting was made.
Since clouds are so amorphous, it seemed a good time to quote part of Goethe's poem "To the Honoured Memory of Howard" honoring Luke Howard, a Quaker, whose 1820 classification of cloud types inspired so many artists and scientists:
But with pure mind Howard gives us
His new doctrine's most glorious prize:He grips what cannot be held, cannot be reached,
He is the first to hold it fast,
He give precision to the imprecise, confines it,
Names it tellingly--yours be the honour!--
Whenever a streak (of clouds) climbs, piles itself
together. scatters, falls,
May the world gratefully remember you.
And, we do.
May the world gratefully remember you.
And, we do.
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