on clouds

in the early 1800's, william wordsworth was writing tributes to nature and the familiar scenes he frequented. he went for daily walks around the lake district of cockersmith, which inspired works such as 'to a butterfly', 'to the daisy', 'to the skylark' and so on.  wordsworth  proposed that  nature was an "indispensable corrective to the psychological damage inflicted by life in the city." (de botton)

let's just say that his genius wasn't immediately accepted by the literary community and parodies such as 'elegiac stanzas to a suckling-pig' ensued. i, however, actually like the simplicity of this particular parody:

when i see a cloud,
i think out loud,
how lovely it is,
to see the sky like this

here's my tribute - taken at  ~30k feet above the midwest US...

                               

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