The Passage of the Landscape Sculptors
Flying between San Francisco and Albuquerque, probably over Arizona, staring out the window in a time zone haze, I suddenly noticed the incredible landscape before me and grabbed for my camera. Focused on the land, at first I saw valleys, but then realized the clouds were acting as temporal sculptors, changing the land as they went. Then I looked at the sky with a cloud’s eye view: both the land and the clouds themselves looking more finite than usual given the boundlessness of the blue sky beyond.
This is one of the two of mine in the juried Moose Hill exhibit, in Sharon, Mass. through April 27, 2008.