Cloud Spectator Prints

"The weather looks a little iffy."

"Good game."

'T.M.I.F.'

'Let's see here... Mr. Stevens... it says you slipped in the tub and hit your head.'

Where Indian ink came from.

'What - NINE whole lives for only ONE eternity?'

"All we have left is standing room only."

"If you get to the pitchfork-shaped cloud, you've gone too far."

Man showing in the rain.

"Your assumption that a one in a million chance event MUST be a miracle shows you drastically underestimate the total number of regularly occurring events."

"Unbelievable! A tick!"

"What the... mine are lunar eclipse glasses!"

"If you ask me, that sky looks awfully threatening!"

"It's so relaxing watching the clouds change shape as they drift by. You could almost forget you're a dog. Is it my imagination… or does that cloud look a bit like a cat? Arf! Arf! Arf!"

"Seriously, just pull my finger ..."

Local News in Heaven

'Looks like somebody needs to lay off of the authentic angel food cake!'

"Is this what I want to be doing with my death?"

The game is tied, and this is the final inning because the sun is setting. I understand, coach, I need to get home before dark!

'Look man, no wings!'

"Folks, if you look out of your window at those clouds below, you'll have a nice view of the Grateful Dead dancing bears."

'My husband? -- He went to the theologically-challenged place.'

'Oh-oh -- What hath He wrought now?'

"Yep, that one does, too." "For heaven's sake, Bob, they all look like fart emojis."

'Oops! Sorry! I should've said, 'buckle your seat belts'!'

'I can't stand his 'holier than thou' attitude.'

All this pressure to be the perfect storm...

'That cloud doesn't look like a horse to me, but if I import it into Photoshop...'

'So that's why I didn't get that train set? !'.

I know time is an earthly construct, but I still feel sleepy in the afternoons.

"You run into a window, too?"

The Suite Hereafter

Thought bubble mirrors the cloud in the sky.

A convenient attack of swine flu...

'I wonder if there's a message up there somewhere.'