On our walk this morning the sky, with those particular trees in the foreground, reminded me of a Monet. (I don’t know how to crop the cars out of a picture taken with a cell phone, so just cover them with your hand.)
The clouds were even more like short curved brush strokes a few minutes before I realized Jerry had his phone with him and we could capture the scene. Like a finger-painting. Or a sheepdog.
But more like a Monet.