…I mean really seen it — not just in passing, but with purpose? Because whether you notice it or not, it unrolls itself for you every day — your own private gallery, right there above your head.
(All these images, by the way, are perfectly unedited — which should say something.)
On our recent road trip to Florida, we drove and drove, the road slipping beneath us. While my husband listened to Serial, I got out my DSLR, pressed the lens close to the passenger window and took shot after shot of passing clouds. I did this for hundreds of miles — more than a thousand miles, in fact. If my husband thought this was crazy, he didn’t say so. He just turned up the radio and ignored the shutter banging away in his ear. (He’s patient like that.)
Meanwhile, I watched bands of blue darken to salmon and lavender…
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