I am endlessly fascinated by clouds.
The towering white cumulonimbus, providing perspective in their mountainous gatherings; the cotton-ball skyscape of mammatus clouds; the gentle whisp of cirrus clouds airbrushed against the sky. And storm clouds, glorious storm clouds – they never cease to deliver the strange, the other-worldly, the bizarre. Booming great swathes of grey and green, flashes of light, twisted and tangled water and wind. They are dangerously alluring.
This ever-changing palette of droplets in the sky, of living, moving water, continues to inspire.
