Nothing but the sound of the fog-horn going off somewhere in the distance, and closer, ravens popping and quorking. The forest moves in and out of the fog. I have to keep my eye on it in case it tries to sneak across the lawn. You never know with trees...
My finely honed abilities for guessing at a field guide were correct. There is RAIN. It started heavy in the night and continues through the day. This is my version of a Nimbostratus cloud. Yes, you may well be amazed at my keen attention to lack of detail...any detail...or any kind of general effort... But there is a reason for this, fellow cloud lovers; it has no discernible puffy appearance of a rainy thundercloud (its rainy brother), but it makes up for that with its immense coverage and uniform mass and lots of decided, no nonsense rain that is continuous....like today.
I am back from Peru to be greeted by very lovely weather indeed. This whole past week has been marvy here, but I notice today there are clouds creeping in. According to the "National Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Weather"(phew), altocumulus clouds may occur anywhere (Nooo, think of the children!). They accompany the more important moving weather systems. IF they only last a few hours or cover only a small portion of the sky, they don't seem to indicate a system moving in. They are just messin' around up there for fun (my words, not Audubon's). If, however, these clouds show up for an extended period of time, which these ones have, I've been seeing them for most of the day, then there will be "moisture".
Last night, the walk home reminded me of that poem, "The Highwayman" by ...errrr...whatispickle...... I will look it up... Alfred Noyes. ( Funny, that name Alfred has come up three times in two days. Hmmm). So, where was I? Yes, the moon, the moon was indeed a ghostly galleon, albeit, there was no moor, just your typical neighbourhood streets.
THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
I do love using indigo for moonlight paintings. It has just the right amount of mood without dominating the painting with darkness.