Reseña del libro "I Brake for Clouds (en Inglés)"
Cloud watching is in danger of becoming a lost art form like the old silent movies, remembering Charlie Chaplin, the sweet little man with a bowler hat, mustache, and cane, or those magical characters of pantomime in extravagant costumes performing in silence just like how cloud formations variously resemble whales, or angel statues, or airy, floating pavlovas topped with whipped cream, or white perennial gardens in bloom with bleached roses, or floating eider male ducks, or spirit bears, those rare American black bears, in the sky floating next to five sheep grazing in a sky pasture of swelling cumulus medium clouds detached with small cloud fragments coasting by all who sprang from beams of luster from our heavenly, celestial walls. I Brake for Clouds is a cloud-watching book reminding us to look up at our sky like looking through an ancient kaleidoscope, observing architectural patterns and combinations, calling forth memories of something so unexpected, making pareidolia hard at work. The sky's endless formations can be captured in paintings, videos, or within the lines of poetry, and as any cloud spotter will agree, you can never drink too much from our skies.
