Still with the blue mood.
These clouds over Leicester in England are called 'noctilucent' clouds, Latin for 'night-shining' and are usually seen over the polar regions.
They form at an altitude of around 55 miles which is called the mesosphere and are made up of tiny ice crystals which are illuminated by the sun below the horizon.
These clouds have been photographed in Antarctica where they are having an effect on the ozone layer.
NASA launched a satellite in 2007 to study these clouds. There are three instruments on board, one takes pictures of the clouds, another measure the temperature of the mesosphere and how much water vapour and other gasses are present and the third sees how much dust from meteors enters Earth's atmosphere.
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I don't know what to say, so I'll just say Schubert, Fantasy in C minor, D48.
And OH what flight!- plucked strings on starry water, a chorus from the deep, that's right, for you -----Up the beach and into your boudoir!!!
And next- The Indian Love Call, for Miss Pavlov, who reads four books a week*.
Yes, well, can't be much time for anything else....(if you know what I mean). ha ha.
-Robert.
*I withdraw my suit.
Robbert, you have to stop wearing your heart on your sleeve.
What?
I will never hide my feelings!
-ROBBERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nice clouds. Only ever get grey or white ones here. The grey ones do come in several shades, but that's as colourful as it gets. Oh, wait! I forgot the beautifully coloured sunset clouds and dawn golds.
Nelson Place this evening and there's my biographical subject coming straight at me, wearing a nice black overcoat too (where'd he get it?). We sit outside the Atomic Bar, but no he says let's go somewhere else, and so we move to a table outside Mussels. Then he begins. It seems his 'inner voice' has dropped in with some good news. When he dies, it says, he can take everything with him, including his hundred thousand at the State Trustees. Wooh! How nutty. Yes, but it's got him enormously smug, and terribly snooty, he won't even look at me. I'm a special case," he says, and he sure is, blue and pink cloud, noctilucent.
Hello my little darlings and you are gorgeous. It seems the grinning Medici of Hobsons Bay Council have declared my little wooden house a heritage number -not because I live there but because it was slapped up in 1928, meanwhile all around this shit suburb other houses just like mine are getting demolished with ugly cellblocks built on them and people are also allowed to sell their backyards for latte creeps to buy and stick up stupid brick dollhouses with nice curtains. How's that. And all I wanted was permission for a little carport. Well I know people say these things but I'm sincere in telling you if you go to the offices of Hobsons Bay Council which is now in Altona you will see photos of all these councillor twerps and I swear to God none of them look the full two bob, it's like they've each been donged with a sledge hammer. Truly.
Loving you,
-Robert.
Well I don't know about you but there's an old chook writing pissy little book reviews to a dusty old newspaper on the strength of four English degrees stuffed down her bloomers and I've never seen a thing on her blog that's any use to me.
Yes -deleted again.
I'm going to New York in October to sell fake aboriginal paintings to stockbrokers. My biographical subject is financing the trip and the paintings are currently being done by a woman who believes little devils dance on her windowsill. Okay? She is very good. Tonight I watched her paint a goanna. She's given it two extra legs though we tried to stop her but anyway what would the yanks know about that.
ROBBBBBERT!!!!!!!!!
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