Taken from my windows. Clouds here are very distracting…
There was no wind, so the cloud was allowed to grow and develop slowly, over the ridge of Piatra Craiului, over 2,000 metres high in the Carpathians.
Dawn between the village and the Bucegi mountains… a cloudless sky – beautiful and restful, but less interesting without clouds
Window to space
Fluff hiding lightning
This formation looks an artist’s exercise in cross-hatching. Out of the picture to the right was a huge ribcage of cloud.
Silent drama in the skies: I stood watching for well over an hour as the cloud morphed slowly in the setting sun. One of the most extraordinary clouds I’ve ever witnessed, right over my house. This is the lazy person’s ideal cloudspotting spot…
In an otherwise cloudless July sky over Magura, this has a little of everything; if you’re like me, looking for pictures in clouds, do you spot the bird’s skull on the far left? The eye sockets and the beak are clear as clear to me….
On a breathless evening, there was not a hint of wind to disturb this amazing cloudburst formation, which lasted for well over an hour as the sun set behind Piatra Craiului
Giant pink powderpuff
Potential for pictures… a mayfly, an orchid or an angel’s wings… a striking snake… what do you see?
Zeus’s great fist boiled up against the backlit summer clouds within minutes, turning a peaceful summer sky into a brewing storm which hurled rain, hail, lightning bolts and sleet down on the village to the sound of thunder, before melting back into gentle blue.
There are some clouds which are just too cute for words. Little fluffball… Anyone see anything more definite?
Dawn… with clouds… Bucegi looms black against the sunrise strata as the village of Magura wakes up to another Carpathian mountain day.
A wormhole in space… I expected the Tardis to come shooting out of it any moment.
Like delicate fronds of weed drifting in a fast-flowing stream, this cloud formation in an azure sky was hypnotic.
A cloud fist about to flick the plane out of the sky… see the bent index finger poised to flick?
Lips… Mick Jagger lips… little pink rogue cloud over the village of Pestera in Transylvania – the sky about to kiss the village?