Spring is well sprung. Compared to last year, when the end of April saw me wading through knee-deep snow in late April, wrapped in thermal layers against the -8C freeze, this year it was sun, and no rain all month so we were beginning to face the horrible prospect of drought.
But early May has seen lots of gentle rain and the very occasional thunderstorm, which is perfect for the earth and growing things. ‘Nori si soare’ says the weather forecast. Occasional ‘furtuna’ warnings with lightning symbols lancing through the cloud, and so it’s proving. Perfect mixed weather for the cycle of wildflower meadows and sweet hay, and happy herbivores munching through lush spring grass. Glorious.
One of the things I love about being here is the clouds. Are you a cloud-watcher too? The sort of person who looks for shapes in the clouds, luxuriates in the colours and textures, is happy leaning on a fence and watching for ages? What do you see in tonight’s offering?
Magura is a brilliant place for cloud-watchers. Any other members of the Cloud Appreciation Society in Romania? This is the place for you. Last night’s sunset gave us a double hit, one puffball looming over Pestera, and a pod of spaceships hanging over Piatra Craiului. Stunning. [For other cloud pics, see earlier post.]
Perched over a thousand metres above sea level, between two mountains, the village of Magura is a cloud spotter’s paradise. I have to go no further than my garden to watch spectacular formations from dawn to sundown, some fleeting, some slowly evolving, always changing, always fascinating. What do you see in these clouds? Can you give them their proper names?
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.
This was a sunset too big for me to capture – the fiery show spread west (to the left) of the picture, but I wanted to capture the smokey plume that made it look so like a volcanic eruption.
Lips… Mick Jagger lips… little pink rogue cloud over the village of Pestera in Transylvania – the sky about to kiss the village?
Potential for pictures… a mayfly, an orchid or an angel’s wings… a striking snake… what do you see?
Trouble brewing over Bucegi, to the south of Magura – a huge anvil building over the mountains, bringing a storm to the Carpathian village
An angry sunset, clouds running from the north wind that bent the birch tree in its efforts to blow the mountains down…
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
This formation looks an artist’s exercise in cross-hatching. Out of the picture to the right was a huge ribcage of cloud.
Like delicate fronds of weed drifting in a fast-flowing stream, this cloud formation in an azure sky was hypnotic.
Do tell me what the name is for this kind of cloud – like Spanish moss in the sky, draping its colours over the mountain ridge. It was there for ages, changing so slowly it was the colour that gave away the time lapse.
There are some clouds which are just too cute for words. Little fluffball… Anyone see anything more definite?
A cloud fist about to flick the plane out of the sky… see the bent index finger poised to flick?
Dawn between the village and the Bucegi mountains… a cloudless sky – beautiful and restful, but less interesting without clouds
Dawn… with clouds… Bucegi looms black against the sunrise strata as the village of Magura wakes up to another Carpathian mountain day.
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….
A wormhole in space… I expected the Tardis to come shooting out of it any moment.
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.
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…