Early night. Skies behind city windows. The clouds that are, the clouds that seem to be. // 366skies
Early afternoon. When the wind turned stronger, when the clouds rolled in. // 366skies
Mornings: No clouds, no wind, a palpable silence. And a birch with years of age welcoming another spring. // 366skies
Afternoons. The light of these days. Before or after dark. And the dust that travelled. // 366skies
Afternoon. Sky's more textured today. And a soft wind in the trees. // 366skies
Afternoon: Grey skies. Horizon to horizon. An unpleasant featureless phenomenon to some, a canvas for images of ones own to others. // 366skies
Afternoon. Timeless and context-free. Somewhere and nowhere in particular. The sky's as wide and open as can be. Mental travel. // 366skies
Early evening. Textures to float by, reshape, stretch, dissolve. A continuum. // 366skies