Today’s picture is brought to you by the letter V. Clouds break up as they pass over mountains to the east and reassemble as they queue up to go over the mountains to our west. The patterns are always interesting and the color of the sunsets are often enhanced by red dust in the air. Every day is beautiful, and different than any other. The down side is the particulate pollution is often a health hazard and defiantly bad for the photographic equipment.
V for victory.
Funny you should talk of pollution. Today was a glorious day in Kent (the supposed garden of England). Sunshine, clear blue sky. A fresh bite to the air. But across the horizon in the tree filled valley off towards London, a great thick band of greyish/red car pollution as far as the eye could see.
You often get it trapped over London, too, on particularly still days. Horrendous for asthmatics. And everyone else, too, for that matter. Suppose all major cities suffer the same fate. But not nice to see out in the greener parts. Tis the motorways, of course. They’ve paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
But your sky is nice. And victorious! And clouds. I like clouds.