From this height, and with such a widescreen vista piercing my eyeballs, it's hard not to sing the praises of living in the sky. My brother lives here on the seventeenth floor in one of Knightswood's many high-rises. With views over Glasgow to the west and over Scotstounhill, Jordanhill, Govan, Braehead, Cardonald and beyond to the south, the whole of the city is laid out before you. This is further enhanced by the sheer variety and quality of light that scuffs this blue green hollow. Weather can be watched in its entirety as one might watch a play. The topography of Glasgow's integument can be examined in greater detail. There is, in short, and quite paradoxically, a more sincere connection to the land and the weather that belies one's 17 floor removal from it.
Looking south-west towards Kingsway flats and Yoker (on the far right). Some late evening cirrus cumulus.
Cumulonibus clouds with some faint 'mamma' (udders) forming beneath.
A great cutting shelf cloud splits the sky and bathes the city in a strange ethereal glow.
The spayed rays of a backlit alto-cumulus.
Some early evening alto-stratus, with something of a ghostly roll cloud moving in underneath.
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