The decidedly blurred contours of this photo can be attributed to my rushing out this morning, before it disappeared, in my bare feet. You'll understand that I didn't want to spend too long standing there - even if it wasn't as cold this morning as it's going to be in the next few days. I kept thinking about Lorraine Daston's recent article on cloud physiognomy in Representations (summer 2016), in which she talks about the history and difficulties attendant on taxonomising clouds - always changing, yet with generic similarities - cumulus, cirrus, and so on. In other words, they're much like mutable human faces - alike, but never the same, and never in repose. Today the clouds have been endlessly moving their shapes and colors as a storm comes in over the mountains - though I think we'll miss the brunt of it.