Cielo

Photographing the sky seems so simple, yet it is a fluid, moving body. Edward Weston, writing about his 1923 Cloud Series stated, “Next to the recording of a fugitive expression, or revealing the pathology of some human being, is there anything more elusive to capture than cloud forms! … so swift and ephemeral, one can hardly allow the thought, 'Is this worth doing?' or, 'ls this placed well?’—for an instant of delay and what was, is not!" I share Weston’s fascination and formal approach. Sometimes the color is painfully blue. Sometimes gray and soft. Contrails paint straight white lines that turn into soft dissipating cotton. I find these marks across the sky beautiful and poetic. They speak to my yearning for exploration and the desire to be free from earthly constraints. The sky is a highway for fortunate travelers, and a space for the dreams of wingless humans.