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A Sideways Look at Clouds
What a great day in Cloudville! As I pulled into my driveway this morning after grocery shopping, I noticed a suspicious looking package on my front doorstep. Suspicious because it was about the size of a book. I leapt out of my car and toward the package. Yes! An early copy of my new book, A Sideways Look at Clouds.
A Sideways Look at Clouds will be on in stores in mid- September.
You can pre-order copies now at Mountaineers Books, Powell's Books, IndieBound, Amazon Smile (0.5% goes to a charity of your choice), Barnes and Noble, Amazon
Clouds by Rail
En route by train from Bellingham, WA to Olympia not long ago, I spent the entire four hour trip in the window seat looking out the window and taking photos of the scenery and clouds and bridges along Puget Sound as we headed south.
At first I was dismayed by the window--scratched or abraded so badly that all my photos looked fuzzy.. But after looking at the results, I loved the strange opaque quality of the photographs. They look more like old-fashioned silver prints or Daguerrotypes. And the clouds look like something out of dream.
Beware the Cloud
This headline appeared in last week's paper and I had a gleeful "I told you so" reaction. Since when were clouds of any kind stable? Here, for your amusement, is an excerpt from my forthcoming book, A Sideways Look at Clouds, which will be published by Mountaineers Books this Fall.
"In my first year of cloud watching around Olympia and western Washington, I took thousands of digital photographs of clouds, which I downloaded onto my computer. I did not take the time to change each photo’s default name, such as “IMG_5388,” or the names of the default folders, such as “124__03.”
To organize this mess and to test my cloud identification skills, I eventually created ten new folders--Stratus, Cumulus, Nimbostratus, and the rest. Once I opened the first folder of photos to drag and drop, I realized the horrible truth: paying close attention to the clouds does not guarantee you can identify them.
My first cloud stumped me--Altocumulus or a Cirrocumulus? The second--Cirrus maybe? And the third--no clue. Before long, I had cloud guides on each knee and cloud charts spread out the floor next to me. There was no way to confirm the accuracy of any of my classifications. There were no green check marks accompanied by happy bell sounds or red Xs with jolting buzzes when I dropped my photos into one of the ten folders. It was all guesswork.
Taking a less ambitious approach, I created three new folders--Layered, Heaped, Wispy--but this gross-level sorting also proved too challenging. Many of my photos seemed to include more than one type of cloud. I created a fourth folder--Mixed. And then a fifth--BWJ (Big White Jobs). A sixth--UFO (for Unidentified Floating Objects)--is where most of my first folder of clouds landed, which made my whole sorting exercise pointless.
To bring some sense of order to the chaos, I created twelve folders, one for each month of the year. Perhaps, I thought, a chronological ordering scheme would reveal hidden patterns or seasonality in my local clouds. I dragged and dropped for a few hours. When my husband got home from work, I told him about my cloud-sorting project.
He paused thoughtfully.
“What’s the difference between a February and March cloud?”
“I don’t know yet. That’s why I’m sorting them this way. To see if there is a pattern.”
“Hmmm,” he said.
He was right.
Monthly was arbitrary. Sorting them by season would make more sense, but I’d need more than a few years’ worth of photos to see any pattern.
The next morning, I dragged all my monthly folders into another folder--CLOUDS.
Not long after this, my computer crashed. The diagnosis from the repairman was “too many photographs.” My mother lode of photos had left the computer operating system with no room to update itself, stay on top of viruses, and run smoothly.
My husband suggested I start deleting photos.
I told him I could not.
Where would I begin? I could never delete my Altocumulus with the five names. Or the Mother’s Day photo of me and my two sons against a sky full of gorgeous mare’s tail Cirrus clouds. Or the Cumulonimbus that looked like a giant flying over the Black Hills west of Olympia. Or any of the pink ones. Or the one of me pretending to eat fog on Mount Rainier. Certainly not any of the BWJs, Mixed, or March clouds. What if I had captured a rare cloud no meteorologist had ever seen?
When I used the word “agony” to describe this culling process, my husband chuckled and suggested I store all my photos in “the cloud.”
I gave him a look.
“Clouds evaporate,” I said.
A few days later, he brought home a backup hard drive the size of a paperback. Now all my clouds are housed together in this small gray box under my desk, as secure and orderly as any clouds will ever be.
Text and photos copyrighted 2017 Maria Mudd Ruth
