Many hues of the Sky!

Someone wisely said that Beauty can be found in every passing second.

I did not have to venture too far to capture these shots. Armed with nothing but a sloppy two mega-pixel camera, I love to gaze at the evening sky with abandon...

                                                                 

                    
Across the red sky two birds flying,
Flying with drooping wings.
Silent and solitary their ominous flight.



All day the triumphant sun with yellow banners




Warred and warred with the earth, and when she yielded




Stabbed her heart, gathered her blood in a chalice,




Spilling it over the evening sky.




When the dark plumage-d birds go flying, flying,




Quiet lies the earth rapt in her mournful shadow,




Her sightless eyes turned to the red sky





And the restlessly seeking birds.




-Katherine Mansfield




















































I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,

From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,And laugh as I pass in thunder.
-P.B Shelley





















I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.


-William Wordsworth





















The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;


And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold, The thatched roof of a cot a-glance; Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze; Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze, Great moveless meres of radiance.










Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament's swept track,





Yonder a mighty crocodile with vast irradiant back,





A triple row of pointed teeth?




Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,




The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds in tenebrous side




With scales of golden mail ensheathe.




-Victor Hugo






















With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky,

"How silently, and with how wan a face!"
Where art thou? Thou so often seen on high
Running among the clouds a Wood-nymph's race!


-William Wordsworth