Posts tagged ‘clouds’

November 21, 2014

Between weddings over the great plains

I was editing a wedding on my way back from Denver having shot another wedding, and the light was perfect. We left at 5pm and by 7pm it was dark, which made for interesting lighting conditions with a constantly-changing sky. I could tell the lady next to me wanted to ask why I was taking so many photos out the window, but she probably got that I’m kind of into photography by all of the wedding photos on my laptop. They went neglected for the first 90 minutes of the flight.
Between weddings over the great plains
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August 17, 2014

Alabaster ceiling

I remember when Kurt Cobain committed suicide there were a few friends in school who jokingly thought a kid who sat next to me in class seemed kind of suicidal. Soon enough we convinced ourselves that maybe he in fact was suicidal. Eventually, as the story grew in our conversation to seem real, it really struck us as problematic, as my proximity to him may be reason enough to explore the depths of his mind in order to potentially avert such a tragedy. They suggested I talk to him, because none of us had seen him speak more than a few words. I struck up a superficial kind of conversation with him, sort of like a talk about the weather. He was a little milquetoast, going on about how the walls in the classroom were alabaster, and how this was altogether mundane and appropriate in order to keep kids’ focus on the lesson. I realized nobody had previously talked to me about alabaster and eventually my thoughts drifted to the ceiling, which was the exact shade of the walls and equally oppressive. Anyway, he made it through school. We talked from time to time in the hallways.
Alabaster ceiling

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August 13, 2014

Recreating the sky

Assembled by Google robots working overtime, directly overhead, in broad daylight. It’s a mosaic, really.
Recreating the sky
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June 18, 2014

You’d never understand

I’m still obsessed with photographing the sky. It’s not a phase. Usually I control myself, but lately a few good ones have floated my way. A good sky isn’t good because it makes you feel something; it’s good because it’s got you feeling nothing. It leaves you sensing your irrelevance. That’s a good sky, one that flirts with total abandonment. A good sky literally grabs you and shakes you (a few times in the best-case scenario) and then stops at once to give you the Mona Lisa – a look of contented uninhabitence, to manufacture a word. It knows you’d never understand. It’s vast and full and empty and changing, and if there’s a miniature plane mutely numbing through it, all the better.
You'd never understand
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June 14, 2014

Bent backward

Sometimes, when you look up, if you keep going to the point you feel you back might break, you get a better view.
Bent backward
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May 15, 2014

Refracted sky

While it’s a bad idea, I shot this whilst driving. Sorry. I actually went around the block to get it, shot it out the window over my shoulder and never stopped. I think I was going 30 or 35. This wasn’t a case of being lazy, it was just a situation where there was a forest preserve on the other side of the street and no parking. A light storm was building up over the backside of this building, but to the east it was all blue skies.
Refracted sky
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April 16, 2014

Dings on the wings

When I started this blog I promised myself to keep it current and varied. I’m posting way too many skies of late, and I know this. It seems that every time I find something with a touch of energy it’s because of the atmosphere coming from the image. I’ve gone through so many phases of creative block producing this blog it’s a miracle that suddenly I don’t feel like I’m redoing what I’ve done – save for a few too many skies in the past couple of handful of entries.

The Airbus 380’s wings are so gigantic it has this warping-of-the-earth effect with everything that scrapes across the horizon. Johannesburg’s control tower fell victim along with several substantial aircraft tails that were dwarfed upon our arrival.
Dings on the wings
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April 15, 2014

Blood on the clouds

I considered waking at 3 a.m. to see the Blood Moon last night, but this satisfied my sky gazing a few minutes after midnight. A ton of pink clouds against midnight blue? Sure thing.
Blood on the clouds
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April 9, 2014

Gray-masked dusk

Ever notice masks are rarely black & white? The sky is no exception.
Gray-masked dusk
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March 25, 2014

Like they’ve seen a ghost

Storms have this captivating power in them that simultaneously warns to flee and begs to watch. I remember as a kid during a potential tornado being unable to remove my face from the window as the tattered bottoms of the smokey clouds twisted like cotton candy around a stick. You half wondered if you’d waited too long; maybe the siren should’ve already sounded. What makes them beautiful is itself panic. Skies go awesome when you shouldn’t be there. This was shaping up that way.

The product on a beef farm knows better than to trust. I have to let you know this photo is taken whilst leaving their area. I was standing on the back of a pickup truck, or bucky as they’re called there, and shot this from over my shoulder. It might explain the mood better that way. Cows have this thing where they watch intently as you enter their grounds, and they continue to never take their eyes off of you even as you exit. I had to wonder if what drove us to leave remained there curling up over their heads all dark and purple as they considered whether we’d actually departed. It was a stare-down until the grass rose up to meet their eyes and cover them.

When the rains hit that night – hard enough to shake apples off the trees and slam them like dull rocks against the tin roof – I imagined the cows still standing out there facing the gate, cold and slicked with wet, knowing rain never slows a ghost.
Like they've seen a ghost
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