Look Up

Every morning when I walk outside I look up. My mind gives it’s weather evaluation of what’s happening. Sometimes I’m met with bald blue skies and harsh sunlight; sometimes beautiful clouds float magically overhead, and sometimes I get an eyeful of rain. I get a little smile on my face when I see wispy paths of white, or puffy balls of fluffy cotton floating in the morning light. Sometimes it’s like a motion picture that I could lie on my back and watch for hours. The scene below happened a few weeks ago while I was trying to make a different photograph. I looked up and the sky above me was amazing. The subtle reflections of light through the oncoming storm clouds were mesmerizing, and I thought this picture was even better than what I was trying to capture in front of me.