White sheep, white sheep
On a blue hill,
When the wind stops
When the wind stops
You all stand still.
When the wind blows
You walk away slow.
White sheep, white sheep
Where did you go?
-Christina Rossetti
These were taken last Saturday from Williams Wharf.
(Except for that last one, which is from a cloudless day in October.)
CBW isn't exactly convinced the clouds in the first two shots look like sheep.
But this was the first poem she could locate after a quick Google search of cloud poems.
So that pretty much made up her mind, even if she thought those clouds looked more like cars or fish, especially in that second shot.
The cloud in the first photo is a zoomed-in version of the second shot.
What do they look like to you?
