…And I am not referring to any sort of Joanie Mitchell type of “Blue” but rather a sky that is bluer than blue. So much so that it is best not to scratch for the words but rather sigh out a hip then a hooray in sun-soaked daze. For time is turning; the blinding white has been squeezed out of summer’s fist, one that is opening and sprinkling gold suspended way up high. A promise of the light to come.
To follow photos on a single evening while roaming with camera in hand, looking up, up, up…
This is the sky to dream of when you hope for Provence.
Beautiful photos, Heather. I've always thought the sky in Arles was just that bit bluer than anywhere else.
a xo
Oh those candy floss pink clouds!
Love sky photos; love these!
Aren't we the luckiest… 🙂 xv
You've just proved wrong the song we sing in this area, "The bluest skies you'll ever see are in Seattle. . ." Simply fantastic photos Heather. Why don't you go to http://budgettravelerssandbox.com and enter a link to these on Nancie's Travel Photo Thursday? You are such an incredible 'capturer' of images that they would be a great addition! Bientot. . .
xo
j
So glorious, so Yves Klein… I can almost feel the heat on my face, and hear the song of the cigales. Gorgeous!
These photographs are absolutely beautiful! You are so skilled! My favourites are the photos with clouds in them! Somehow their presence makes the blue bluer! 🙂
Stunning, beautiful photographs: the sky and Arles are a dynamite combination which you have brought to us so fully. Thank you for sharing your gifts with us. Admiringly, Leslie in Portland (where the sky is blue, but not Arles-blue, every day these days!)