Blue Everywhere

This afternoon, sky startled me. I had to stop to photograph it, not once, but four times. Turquoise shivered toward the horizon, deepening in value and hue to a rich jewel-toned blue. The clouds, too, startled me, ranging from stark white to blue-white to gray-white to gray.

I felt as I did today only once before, years ago, when I sat alone, inside St. John's-at-Hampstead Church on a rainy, cold day in January 1989. The ceiling and white trim made me feel as if I were sitting inside a Wedgwood bowl.

Today, I admired a living Tiepolo painting.


A picture may not always be worth a thousand words, but sometimes no words can capture the majesty of what we take for granted: the sky.