I have a cloud thing. I cannot even remember when my long running fascination with floating wisps of water condensation began. All I know is that there is nothing that can sooth my heart or spark my inspiration like a cloud formation. Thick and fluffy balls of cumulus, smothering stratus and feathery cirrus. Dancing overhead, always moving and changing, never the same from one glance to the next.
Anyone that knows me already knows about this. People call me from across the city to tell me to go outside and check out the sky. Friends send me pictures they take of clouds from around the world. On my own travels I have accumulated thousands of pictures. Many of them feature the different parts of the world I was in but don’t be mistaken, I was probably aiming for the clouds first.