If you have decided on something new, then do it properly. Do not beat around the bush (or clouds in this case). go to the point. Join The Cloud Appreciation Society and read all about it in two of their publications. The book on the right is a general “know your cloud” book with all the variations and names. I quickly discovered that learning latin at school would have been an advantage knowing the cumulus, nimbostratus, cirrus and all the other various descriptions. Cloud is not just cloud. If you boil water you get a cloud in the kitchen. Its composition is similar to those hanging over our heads, being 100% water drops, but the ones outside have more space to spread and develop and go forth and multiply.
If you want it fluffy, then take a look at this one. It was hovering over my village of Feldbrunnen on 18th July, although it is not just one cloud, but a complete tribe.
The Cloud Collectors Handbook is more for the professionals like myself (I will get there one day). On the first page you write your name showing that this book belongs to only you. It is a hardcover book full of wonderful cloud illustrations in colour and you can record your cloud sightings, if you know what you are seeing. You do not upload such books on your Kindle. This is my one exception of smelling a real book and the feel of it. A cloud deserves more than an electronic device.
And so I am now walking around with my head in the clouds and a camera. Unfortunately this can lead to slight accidents if your foot remains in the wrong place: hanging around with the clouds can be a dangerous pasttime, but also a rewarding one.
I very much like this one, and I think it is called a cirro stratus. I am still not 100% certain of the names of these clouds, but I am getting there. I saw this one of 22nd September hovering over the Jura mountains as we were leaving the village. Am I boring you, yes I know, we cloud people do tend to get over enthusiatic when we begin to talk about our cloud collections.
Fluff used to be what my vacuum cleaner found when doing its work, but now the word has taken on another meaning. I used to take photos of the surroundings and now when Mr. Swiss drives off to the unknown I have my camera ready to follow the clouds along the road. I even now suggest that he parks on the top floor at the supermarket (there are only two floors, groud level and No. 2) because the view from the top is much better for taking cloud photos that are even hovering over the pre alps.
Sometimes the fluff gets a little confused and does not know which was to go. The life of a cloud is rarely longer than 10 minutes, so you have to be quick and ready for your photo. Is that why Mr. Swiss gets nervous when he sees me aiming at a cloud in the sky, wondering if I will survive? At least the last photo on my camera for the day will be memorable and definitely a cloud.