It almost always strikes me as odd how, whenever I take photographs on overcast days, I never have to make up the the amazing formations in the sky. Granted post-processing helps bring out quite a few of the details, but I always wind up in awe of the churning structures thousands of feet above. And believe it or not, the above shot is not HDR! A single image captured it all.
Finished with this photo, I was inspired to write…
Scraping pen mimics bone dragging time under stone Time cries soft lullaby under gray boiling sky Voices cold whisper shy hidden tales, beckon my Shaking hand, pounding out memoirs. Dim memories shout Worship both of God and Man. As glassy eye seizes span Of mortal years, forests pick ruin's food before quick Drawn awed breaths escape my palsied throat. But all is dry After all. This is a mere dream of dreams. I'm not here.
Exposure Data: ISO 100, f/8, 1/400
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