After a couple of days of rainy gray, blue skies today. Looking at a cloudless blue sky is like gazing off a seashore with nothing in the distance. Featureless, there’s no mystery there, nothing to stir the imagination. I need something out there, like seeing Martha’s Vineyard from Cape Cod. In the sky, I need clouds.
Someone said that here in flat Florida clouds are our mountains, and I understand that. I never see actual “things” in clouds. No circus elephant, no ’57 Chevy. Clouds are of themselves, much too grand to be reduced to anything less, at least in my eyes. When I take photographs which include sky, I need the eye relief of clouds, any clouds, white and friendly, dark and ominous, it doesn’t matter. I think sometime a passing stranger out in space might glance towards our island home and think, idly, that the living creatures on our blue marble are the clouds. And maybe they are.
Long ago the great photographer Alfred Stieglitz did a series of cloud photos: