Clouds are captivating. Constantly billowing across the vast skyline, rolling and tumbling with the breeze, transforming into curls and ribbons, these fluffy abstractions can entertain for hours and be read like Rorschach ink blots.
With my feet planted firmly upon the Earth, I am always looking up, admiring the view. While in flight, I am glued to the window, eating up the feast laid out for my eyes as the plane soars towards the heavens.
This past week I was fortunate to travel to San Francisco to work a private show. And while the clouds still held my attention, the world below also caught my eye.
Grid-like patterns formed by tiny pinpricks of light glowed beneath me. Snaky white rivers wound their way through quilted blocks of green and brown farmland. Orange curlicues of earth punctuated the deep cobalt sea and brown mountains rippled across the plains.
Nature's majesty can certainly take one's breath away.
And upon arriving at my destination, I discovered that the view from there wasn't too bad either.