Clear skies with the birds

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing

Clear skies with the birds

Crawling out of the fog as if descending from the clouds the Holy Spirit lingers while the mysterious couple ascend to the town. You feel bygone centuries may have produced less of a feeling of a storm before the fog clouded your thoughts. Were people here last century who thought about the birds flying or a century before? Thoughts ascend beyond the clouds to the stars and the moon and night falls. The planets do their thing and rotate around the sky while spinning around the Sun but are clouded in the night sky. The morning is once again fog bound but sunshine tries to seep through. Another day of clouds and fog go by and thoughts of sunshine exist on the horizon but, the clouds remain on the hills. Winter days and their light prevail in your mind along with contemplation.

The sun shines so brightly somedays the sun almost hurts your eyes and while the clouds hug the hills, they are white and fluffy like cotton wool. Wisps of the spooky clouds you find in forests gradually dissipate and birds tend to behave like lovebirds hugging one another on the trees for warmth. Tiny, field birds, silvereyes and fantails, fly close to you as though you live in the forest and are their friend. Walks in forests encourage birds to say "hello" but maybe you are disrupting their environment when they fly away. Brightly coloured birds are in the trees for one another and although they are often very small tend to not understand human beings or any other species of organism at all. Glorifying the day, birds twitter away to God in the sunshine. Your spirit is lifted like the birds with something as simple as a sunny day.

The sunshine soon turns to fog as the clouds roll in and the church steeple can only just be seen peering through the clouds. The birds seem strangely vacant from the town as though they have left for the forest early, to sleep in the trees. Fog descending is as though it is a mystical veil and clouds permeate your mind. Clouds are not always associated with good thoughts but although your spirits may dampen as the clouds appear heavy in the sky, the atmosphere is humid. Although, the air is hard to breathe clouds bring solace to your thoughts. Consoling, cloud like thoughts are puffy in their thought bubbles and seem to satisfy the nebulous. Star dust of space serves to brighten ideas of the night and illuminated clouds. The birds nestle in the trees ready for the morning sun and the clouds lift for a sunny day. We are blessed by the morning sun and glory be the day for sunshine while the clouds drift away. Clouds circulate the sky and then blow away for clear skies with the birds.

 

Thoughts linger

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing

Thoughts linger

Floating thoughts carry along with the clouds and the air blows among clouds in the sky. Racing clouds are synonymous with the shape of the island and the position of the island in the sea. When you think of clouds racing over the moon on darkened moonlit nights or the swift movement of fog your mind is darkened to Gothic tales but clouds tend to lift with the sunshine. Racing your ideas through the clouds you feel alienated from God and more alien than human. Maybe God would be disappointed if you felt clouds did not represent God. Darkened clouds of rain are brooding thoughts indeed and the illumination of clouds with light are the Holy Spirit. Racing with the clouds in mind you are reminded of the sea and the mountains. Clouds float off with the air pressure and race around the sky some more.

Clouds and fog lower to the ground so you can barely see half a metre in front of you. The foghorn sounds and the harbour cannot be seen, either. Fog clouds your thoughts. Someone disembarks from a ship dressed in clothing like something from another century with long dresses and a long frock coat. You feel you may have stepped back in time and you may be experiencing a vision but they are simply dressed in another kind of fashionable clothing from somewhere else. The fog lingers and although you may sense the presence of people nothing can be seen. Dreary is the weather.

Fog and clouds produce all kinds of images from lingering mythology down to the ground and you feel veiled by the fog as if in a cloud. When clouds are in the sky with light beaming though them racing, racing around the sky there is a feeling of elevation of the spirit. But when the clouds descend and creep all around you, you feel yourself conjuring up all of the worst B-grade horror movies you have seen but strangely comforted. Lingering clouds continue to cling to the mountains, illuminating thoughts of impending rain. Thoughts linger and the fog continues. 

 

 

Air floats

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing 

Air floats

Icicles tend to cloud your thinking as your nose drips and silently you weep in the snow. Frozen over with cold thinking you almost feel a freeze out of human warmth. Cold frosty nights tend to isolate the stars in the sky like they are sharp as ice and appear to mystically inform you of God as though the stars are piercing your brain. The message from God feels so strong. We are stars for God like ice and snow are for winter and shine. We shine the cold white light of winter.

Warmth is needed. Brisk frosty nights are followed by sunny days and the cold white light of winter clouds reflecting snow sharpens your thinking. Did we miss god's message from the heavens and skies, above, being born? You almost feel we would have been better placed if like animals we were born outside underneath the stars. Are the windows in our home not facing the right direction without a view of the stars in the evening or the sky? The biblical understanding of stars may not be about anywhere where you were born if you were born under the Milky Way, God gave you an understanding of your future like milk to your brain. We are enriched by the light of God. The world is the milk and the stars are like nutrients. The alien feeling of the starry abode informing your mind like all of nature where a flower equals the most complicated mathematical equation on Earth take you to the complicated form our bodies equal and you feel star where you should feel flesh and blood. We breathe oxygen.

Are we space aliens or science fiction for God not being the stars in the heavens?

Maybe we are star. We are heavens where we are God. God and the heavens are one. Stars hold your name in heaven and you wait for your place. The indication of clouds float through your mind but there is a science to oxygen, O2. Air floats.

 

 

Snow and ice

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing

Snow and ice

Darkened clouds hold snow and the rain falls. Snow flurries persist throughout the night and cover the ground with snow. All manner of creature silent during winter are vacant as the wind roars through blowing with the sound of ice and snow. Trees blow in the wind.

Snow falls and the wintery landscape establishes the beginning of long days of the cold dark months of snow. The middle of winter always seems the coldest, ice blows through the trees with snow. The dark trees seem bare and the cold of the landscape is desolate. Cold and ice breed ill feeling of darkened thoughts while clouds gather together. Cold howls through with wintery blasts ready for the silence.

Silent, long, winter months, follow and dark clouds persist. The unilluminating cold reeks of gloomy unlit days without sunshine but the nights are full of stars. The moon drifts often through the clouds and the sky seems to speak of former romantic landscapes and centuries of brooding thoughts. Lonely is the night on the cold, melancholic, nights. Silent hours traipsing through the snow cloud your mind with wintery thoughts and philosophy. Stars shine equations to you during the crisp nights and the trees stand silent. The wintery nights breathe snow and ice.