Part I.

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; the glorious storm clouds, delivering 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.


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