I’ve become one of those weird people who photographs the sky.
There’s little more annoying than someone who spontaneously stops in the middle of a busy street and photographs nothing, right?
I have, until recently, filed these people in the category of bad New Yorkers. Because there is nothing that screams tourist more than someone clogging the footpath and taking lame photos. Nothing. And no-one is less tolerant of a lame-o than a New Yorker.
I seem to look up more at the moment.
I keep getting struck by how amazing everything is. Sun is astounding. Rain is remarkable. Clouds are like nature’s emotions. And they’re all playing out right above our heads.
Find a metaphor in it if you’d like. For now I’m happy just photographing skies.