Friday, October 5, 2007
These little tufts of ice crystals, the cirrus floccus clouds in the pic (reflected off the back window of a red minivan) must be the weather god's way of thumbing his nose at me and all my yearning for precipitation and fall weather. Though these clouds release trails of ice, those trails will never make it all the way to my little corner of the troposphere.
It's the nature of cirrus clouds to be beautiful - and aloof. They are the highest of the high clouds. Dang, man.
I learned about cirrus (and other clouds) by reading The Cloudspotter's Guide by Gavin Pretor-Pinney, founder of The Cloud Appreciation Society. Though the book is overly charming, it provides a lot of information, and it is entertaining.
One thing I can say for cloud gazing is that it gives me something to do while I wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait for fall.