Remember childhood days of laying out in the grass in cut-offs, staring up at the blue blue sky, and making up stories about cloud shapes?
When did having an imagination and making up stories become such hard work? Maybe it’s time we lay out in the park and let the puffy white clouds inspire silly stories. Maybe we need to think like a kid again.
Maybe we need a little wonder in our lives.
I took these photos from the rooftop of the Met. What shapes do you see?
Stephanie Nikolopoulos 
I see a man/woman flying through the sky in the middle of the bottom pic, with his arms at his side and goggles on like you see them in comics.
And the Simpsons title sequence…
J
Have you ever checked out the C Comics that were made by the New York School poets? I have a feeling you’d dig them.
This mornig I stopped my car for a small “squirrel-shaped” branch that skittered onto the roadway about 3 car lengths infront of me and patiently waited for “it” to continue to cross the road. When it didn’t, I realized what I was really looking at! The car behind me tapped his horn and I ran over the branch. So I better not study those amazing clouds in your picture till I’m done with my day — lest I imagine what I see is real!! I like this post. It makes a very good point. So many people think that being child-like is being childish when the two are very different things.
Love it! It’s like the way I apologize to the sofa when I bump into it. I blame my mom’s midwestern politeness on that.
My favorite thing about summer? Laying face up under a tree, watching the clouds pass. It’s so relaxing.
I love the juxtaposition of bright green leaves against bright blue sky!