Saturday, September 1, 2012.   In this place of overlooking, I am looking up.  Olana, the home of Frederic Church, of vistas and landscape.  I look up to the blue, to the bundled and shadowed shapes of the cloud.  I look at the sharpness of the man-made lines against that endless blue, the wispy, changing shape of the clouds that could sweep down and engulf all of this, if it was so inclined.