Photo Memory of the Week
Ah, the puffy clouds of summer.
Quote of the Week
To find yourself in the infinite,
You must distinguish and then combine;
Therefore my winged song thanks
The man who distinguished cloud from cloud.
- Johann Wolfgang von GoetheBy the beginning of the 19th century, Goethe was Europe’s most celebrated intellectual icon and Luke Howard — the man who “distinguished cloud from cloud,” a young amateur meteorologist who pioneered a classification system for humanity’s favorite atmospheric phenomena — was the only Englishman whom Goethe ever addressed as “Master.”Read more about Luke Howard here: The Invention of Clouds: How an Amateur Meteorologist Forged the Language of the Skies, by Richard HamblynSource: Daily Good
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