Maybe two photos will help you on your way
On your way to where?
Worlds within worlds in the plant world,

Start here.

And try to get here.
But you can’t. You can only get there if you discover the path in real life. 🙂
Maybe two photos will help you on your way
On your way to where?
Worlds within worlds in the plant world,

Start here.

And try to get here.
But you can’t. You can only get there if you discover the path in real life. 🙂
…or, poppy?

…demanded I take this photo! 600pixels wide does not do justice to what my eyes and ears met that day.
What are landrace clouds? I made it up. Combination of words to describe the reality of cloud appearance in my neighborhood.
My neighborhood. According to the Swiss National Meteorological office, my Swiss neighborhood is the Northern Alps, the north facing slopes of the northernmost range of Alps in Switzerland. Using more common tourist and environmentally friendly vocabulary, my neighborhood is in the Jungfrau Region of the Berner Oberland around Interlaken. I live in the north-facing drainage basin of the famous Eiger, Monch and Jungfrau mountain triumvirate.
Now all that aside, over my years of walking this neighborhood, I have noticed that barely observable, minimal fluctuations in temperature, humidity, pressure and wind create quite dramatic formation and dissolution of very low level clouds. Please do not confuse them with fog. For a patient viewer, a dance reveals itself. And where there is dance, there is music. Not in astronomical time, but in real time. See it. Feel it. Hear it.Â
Unmistakeable to a person on foot.
So for me, landrace clouds are very specific, locally generated occurrences. That is my starting point. That is real. Then the fiction begins. I call it fiction because of the reality that what we call ‘fixed’ or ‘settled’ science is not really fixed or settled or permanent. I like working and writing on the edge of the fixed because every edge is fuzzy and invites exploration, as do these landrace cloud phenomena.
I ask myself, what really happens at the point where a cloud begins its formation in touch with the earth? My response is a bit alchemical, a bit old school. I theorise that point as the interaction of earth, air, water…kind of special already, no? But what about ether? What happens at the moment of generation and the final moment of dissolution?
So, I go hunting in my neighborhood for generation points of landrace clouds. Following are eleven images from recent forays.

1. Here is a generic shot of clouds in my neighborhood. Note the lake(water), the mountains(earth) and the sky(air). Note the cloud varieties. Anybody sense the presence of ethereal?

2. Here is a closer view showing certain cloud interactions with the earth.

3. In this partially zoomed view, note the implied dynamics of the landrace cloud edges.

4. In this zoomed view it is clear to see the scale of the landscape and the recently generated landrace cloud.

5. And now the landrace cloud hunt begins–first person–on the ground–in your face.

6. I learned the landrace cloud dynamics first hand. They always move. Their edges always change. The harder I looked, the further away they were.

7. On another day, I learned that if I just stood still long enough, the landrace clouds came to me. But on this day no such luck.

8. Without the opportunity to be at the point of cloud generation, I had so satisfy the walk by appreciating such details as here.

9. Spring wild flowers in Alp pastures never cease to amaze.

10. But as I was looking for the landrace cloud points of generation, I saw this hut at the edge of the forest.

11. And at the peak of the roof, protecting this hut, was…
All of the above represent a ‘typical’ walk in my neighborhood. And that is why fiction is just too close to fact.Â
You don’t think so? Where is the singing if there are no flowers?

Right here! Can you hear the music? Spring is here.

I had lunch, with a couple chums, over at my friend’s place today.

In case you think it was too early to have a picnic…just nearby the first spring hay was being cut. And, oh how I wish I could share with you that sweet spring green fragrance.

This is the pasture the morning before it was cut.
In German speaking Switzerland, on the north face of the Bernese Highlands at about 600 meters above sea level…

It is time to wake up because…

Spring is here!

Look carefully, spring is everywhere.
I suppose this image is about design. But it is also about people who have lived for generations with the forest. Wood takes on many important facets of their lives.

What do you do with wood? On this window sill is a painted wooden model of a village in the woods.

The village in the woods.

My heart’s in the forest.
Hamamelis species
Witch-hazel
Can anyone share with me witch lore about this plant?

Early March, full flower, no leaves, yet.
Every so often something makes me take a photo–something?

Walnut tree–Juglans nigra
Is it my eyes, is it my heart, is it paranormal?
I don’t know. But Alfred Joyce Kilmer wrote, in his poem ‘Trees’:
I think that I shall never seeÂ
A poem as lovely as a tree.
My photos may not be technically the best but they do have my heart in them. And I love living in the Swiss Highlands because such simple things as the beauty of a tree have become embedded in their culture for all to appreciate.
A few years back, I posted a story here entitled ‘Landscapeyness’. The title was not so accurate related to its content about trees and culture in the Swiss Highlands. The following image shares the flavor.

Forest, animals, people, nurture, rest, music, landscape…
The artwork is called Schnerenschnit.
Fog.
This is not fog.
What is fresh air?
Settled science? Humans and animals–oxygen in, carbon dioxide out. Plants–carbon dioxide in, oxygen out.
In cold weather those are small clouds coming out of our nose when we breathe.Â
Does the earth breathe out clouds like we do?
Mountains, creeks and lakes come together with temperatures just above freezing and a light drizzle from cloudy skies…that makes my day.
The play of air, water and earth can be visualized best by observing the visual interplay of low level clouds–they appear and disappear with a rhythm and frequency that reminds me of my own breaths.
On a calm day, the very low clouds come and go as if breaths from a huge giant–the earth itself.
What is fresh air if it is not air that has been filtered by plants …or filtered by earth…or filtered by both.
Think about it the next time you inhale a deep breath of fresh air.
Think about it the next time you exhale a cloud.

Clouds often arise from creek beds like this.

Cloud arising from adjacent forest.

Clouds arising from the earth via forests and creeks have a scaled up size and time span not dissimilar in proportion to small individual human exhales. They appear…

 …and they disappear.

For me, the action is at the cloud edges.

Inhale…exhale…repeat…more slowly…more deeply…recharge is real.

The unpredictable dynamic mystifies.