Clouds. They’re magical, mystical, dreamed of places in the sky. And if we let them in, if we stop and look up and outside of ourselved and beyond our earthbound needs and demands, they can change our reality.
I take pictures of the sky as often as I can, when there’s something new to see, to remind myself to always look up. Whether you’re standing or sitting or lying on the ground, peering into the horizon can make you feel as if you’re standing on the edge of the world, about to fling yourself into something fantastical.
Storms and sun and wind and sparks of water shimmering into mist live there.
Colors and parts of ourselves we don’t even know are missing until we find them there.
Anything is possible.
Each picture I capture with my phone–yes, all of these worlds are the air above me as I lift my eyes and my iPhone and capture what I would have let slip by–is another place I’ve traveled, another reality I’ve dreamed.
At least that’s what I tell myself as I imagine dragons floating above a neighborhood park.
And history spreading out beneath the sky, above mountain ranges dancing like waves, just beyond my reach. (more…)