Clamoring to the top of the slabs of rock along the Blue Ridge Parkway, I am often overcome by the wonderful lightness of being. It's like you can touch the sky; the clouds; the atmosphere itself. The short, hair-like cirrus clouds found at high altitudes were so wispy, silky and delicate. In the daytime, they are whiter than any other cloud in the sky. Framed, 24 X 36” and varnished.