Clouds Aug 2013

Clouds Aug 2013, a set on Flickr.

When my mother died, a month ago, I went and took a set of pictures of the sky. The clouds seemed unique.
I intend to write poems to these clouds, but the sky/time seems to defeat my words. One of the students that offered me condolences over this month, for my mother's passing, stated to me she was "in the clouds" and I asked if he felt we went upward at death. He and several other children took some time to give me their perspective on this. My mother scanned films for several years in the physics labs at the University of Wisconsin looking for particular events both in nuclear explosions ( I think) and in the images from space. She often looked at clouds and saw faces or images.
And now I find myself wishing I could find her there.