Sometimes I wonder why I'm so inherently interested in the sky? Why do I feel the need to take so many photographs of the sky? I mean, generally speaking isn't it one of those, "If you've seen one, you've seen them all" things? But to my eyes and visual senses, each late afternoon sky, especially when clouds of varying shades of dark and light, the falling sun or the rising moon are integrated is a unique event and a historic occurrence that will never happen again and which I often find myself in awe of.
The sun especially ….. in ever-changing stages of brightness, dominance and brilliant distortion ….. imagine my obsession if one could safely gaze at it without interruption for more than a second or two ….. but the suns role in all this, demands my free-of-distraction attention as it flashes always evolving, divergent views with each passing moment.
The presence of birds-in-flight offers an added dimension and greater depth.
It's all kind of like when I used to play basketball and I'd get fascinated by all the evolving movements on the court between anywhere from two to ten players during a single game ….. or even more specifically a single possession of the ball. Using memory and visualization I'd replay specific sequences in my mind. And that probably sounds like something that maybe the real greats did to help make them as great as they were/are, but I did it as well ….. and I was in no remote or wildly fictional way a "great" player. But I did see every stage of movement and adjustment as unique and as something to be remembered, a progression that would never happen again in exactly the same manner. The thought of such is fascinating to me.
And I see that in the sky also!!!
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