I have this cd called “Boulevard of Broken Dreams.” Upbeat all the way. Anyway, it is all of these old songs on this disk, including one called “Clouds.”

The singer sounds like he is at some dark night club in Paris, in the 1920s. The lyrics, to me, are very evocative:

Clouds floating through the night while the silver stars above lend their tender light.

Clouds drifting through the sky while I wonder why my love ever said goodbye.

Clouds floating through the night speaking of a love that was heavenly, a love that could never be mine.

Ok, this is only a snippet of the lyrics, the one including the cloud parts, but you get the picture. Clouds, love, etc.

He’s obviously singing about lost love, something I know nothing at all about.

All right, all these lines about the clouds and you, my minuscule readership were expecting some photos, eh?

Well, there is going to be a little more writing before that. Clouds, other than drifting through the night, are hard to photograph. I don’t mean “point camera upward, click shutter.” I mean properly. I’ve seen some of the greats take photos of the clouds and those pictures transcend the “camera upward, click shutter” thing.

I’ve been trying since I starting pointing camera forwards to properly photograph clouds. Usually, the results were my parents yelling at me for making them pay for an entire roll of film with just clouds on them.

But the wonders of modern technology have made my long held ambition of taking better photos of clouds possible. These pictures are not those, yet, but hopefully, the start towards my genius photos of clouds and eventual world domination. Well, ok, let’s stick to the clouds first:

And, some more cloud pictures. George Emerson in A Room With a View, says the the most perfect view is the sky above our heads. George Emerson is played by my fantasy husband, Julian Sands, so to me the most perfect view in the world is Mr. Julian Sands. But, until he comes striding in here to take me off to my life of complete and utter bliss, more clouds:

Some fun with the contrast and black and white settings on the old iPhoto:

Black and blue blurry fun:

And this last one, totally unrelated:

I took this last one because it reminded me of being in gym class in high school. Usually, we would be playing some awful sport, like softball and I would be so out in left field that I was practically no longer on the field and I would look up at the sky and see planes above and think to my self “Gee, look at thing. Its probably going to London or Paris or Hong Kong. So many other places I could be right now, rather than here, praying for that damn ball to come no where near me.” Jesus Chris, if the plane were going to Poughkeepsie, it would be more interesting than that gym class.

More to cloud photos are sure to follow, until George Emerson takes me into “A Room With a View” and kisses me with Florence in the background. In other words, we’ll probably be here. For a while.