Monday, August 23, 2010

"There is a bit of blue sky...Let us chase it!"

The sky is sorely unappreciated. Have you ever looked up at the sky and thought about it's amazing variety? It provides us with not only one, but two all-natural art displays every single day. The sun rises and sets, book-ending the blue-day, in an ever-morphing canvas of colors. Granted, in the country it is most easy to fully grasp these glories, but in the city and suburbs, they are just as accessible, if sought.

And it is not only the beginning and end of the day that are gorgeous. Those are just the well-known and oft depicted times of beauty. There is also the backdrop of a blanket of sparkles every night. And don't forget the irresistibility of a bright baby blue scattered with cotton puffs. Even the drab grey of rain can be attractive. And then there is the rare purpley-green of a tornado watch, that is both exhilarating and frightening.

It's almost as if it has a personality all it's own. It can be foreboding, oppressive, cheery, encouraging, breathtaking, calm, troubled, even pensive. These traits easily rub off. There have been many times when I wake up, get dressed etc., all in the same routine feeling somewhat off. But upon going outside and seeing a bright, sunny sky, I can't help but smile to myself as the clouds chase each other.  Similarly, if I walk out onto a rainy day and see the sky grey and dismal, I easily slip into a thoughtful reverie.

So let us chase the sky, just as Margaret and Marianne Dashwood in Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility. Let's pause, and look out of the window for a second, and just think of God's infinite creativity. He not only made the sky functional (water cycle, atmospheric protection from outer space etc.), but he also made it a never-ending giver of beauty.

The every-day blue, pretty in every way.

The troubled look of rain yet to come.

The calm tranquillity of day's end.

The red stare of an intense setting sun.

Sunny with clouds. Perfect for cloud-gazing...almost looks like a map of the world.

Shot through with sunny rays.


Sublime sunrise.

How can you not smile?

Fighting to stay clear.

Almost edible.

Bright and pure blue.

A masterpiece of the Creator.

True Twilight. Forget vampires.

Golden effect.

Listening: The Wailin' Jennys ~ Long Time Traveller

"They will speak of the glorious splendor of your majesty, and I will meditate on your wonderful works"
Psalm 145:5


  1. I love the sky, I think it holds all sorts of endless inspiration.

  2. Oh, I so agree! I love the sky. In fact, I want to live there when I grow up. :) There's something of eternity in it, I think, that's hard to grasp, but it tugs at that echo that's written in our hearts, reminding us that this isn't our home . . . we don't belong here . . . we're going somewhere better.

    You should so come visit us - the sky is enormous here. And on a clear night, the stars. . . (Are you on your way yet?) ;)

  3. Worthwhile thoughts, Shannon. Did you take the photos? BTW, I love the background image on your blog.

    I still have your safety pin. Thanks! :-)

  4. Tierney-I wish I could just hop on a bus and be there in an hour...but, unfortunately, neither time nor geography work that way.

    Your welcome Ben! I did take the photos.