Cloud Lovers have a Home
by Bonnie Alter, London on 04.12.06
First there were trainspotters and now we have cloudspotters—a growing group who celebrate the wonders of the clouds in the sky. The Cloud Appreciation Society’s Manifesto states that “we believe that clouds are unjustly maligned and life would be immeasurably poorer without them”. “I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now”. The Society believes that clouds are “nature’s poetry” and to celebrate them they have created a website as their spiritual home.
Every month there is a cloud of the month. April’s is a Cirrus—pink, wispy,and delicate. “Stormy weather”—September’s was a cirrocumulus—warning of storms at sea.
“Hey, you, get off of my cloud”. There is a Cloud photo gallery with pictures of every kind of cloud imaginable: altostratus, altocirrus, lenticularus ( they look like flying saucers) and on and on.
“I wandered lonely as a cloud”. Members can submit their own cloud poems. They can also show their own colour photos. These come from far and wide: Switzerland, Canada, Italy, and Brazil.
The Cloud News delves into every aspect of the new cult. A Londoner and a Dutch woman are both keeping cloud diaries and recording the changing seasons over a 4 month period. There is a handy Skywatcher’s Cloud Chart available for your wall. A Canadian has created a cloud harp that creates music from the shape of the clouds above it. Of course there is a tee-shirt.
And coming soon: The Cloudspotter’s Guide, written by the founder of the Society, that will “ persuade the world at large of the beauty and wonder of our fluffy friends. “Sunny skies sleeps in the morning”.
::Cloud Appreciation Society
I'm a glider pilot, and I've looked a clouds, like surfers look at waves. The cloud for march is sweet, it means you could fly up to a couple thousand feet... I don't want to work today anymore.
thanks for the post,
David
While doing research for a site that sells Recycling bins http://www.recyclingbin.com, I came across the article about the cloud appreciation society. What a cool site. As little children, we often look at clouds and let our imaginations invent the shapes. As adults we grow to appreciate the serene beauty of them during sunsets.
Thanks
Adam
clouds like feathered dreams...