I grew up in Florida, where the land is flat and the water is wide, and the sky is a great bowl of possibility arching overhead.
The possibility of weather passing through on its way to somewhere else; the possibility of going with it.
The possibility of lightning, how it speaks of power and passion and lets us see spontaneity writ large.
The hurricane that so easily persuades the stupid that death won’t spoil their party.
The blue of summer so hard it stings the eye, that makes us want to put our hands in it up to the wrists because it’s summer, summer!
The blue of winter that feels too high to touch, that teaches us in the most literal way why cold is a metaphor for distant. And that distance is what moves us to reach higher.
They say that everything we’ve ever seen stays with us. Stays in us. I hope that’s true. I enjoy thinking that I am full of sky.
Hdr skies from Tanguy Louvigny on Vimeo.
Enjoy your day. Look up!
Montana is called the big sky country, but it is really New Mexico, where I grew up. There is something about the lazer blue sky of home that makes for expansion of spirit and directness of speech. I have always loved it. Thanks for this.
Thanks. This was awesome to read. It inspired a post.
Wow. Just…Wow.
Our daytime sky is typically grey, but last week it was clear and cold and so blue it felt like you could pull a chunk of it off. At night, the stars were amazingly bright and shimmering. I would have stayed outside for hours, but it was too darn cold 🙂
Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful. The photos were good, but your words were better.
I had a great night in the desert with stars seeming to say, “Wait for it…wait for it…” and then shazaam: a slim curve of moon slicing through orange and cobalt blue predawn.