Project 365 d-165

     Beset my ominous clouds, I once again turned my attention, and my lens upward. It seems the rain, and gloom pursue relentlessly these days, and the Sun is too often hidden. My fascination with the sky grows with each frame I take, and today was no exception. The temperature had suddenly turned cool, and the rush of air pushed its way through causing the boughs to sway and dance in its wake. Part of the time I was photographing, and part of the time I was simply looking up at the great movie playing out on the silver and black sky.

     These kind of skies leave me a little sad as the fierce actors quickly play their part and then are gone. They leave me trying to remember what they looked like and what they had to say. Was there a message, or some instruction up there to be seen in any of the fleeting faces that often catch my eye. This quiet place I go as the dark skies roll by are filled with melancholy rooms. They house many memories, some rooms are painful, and I dare not linger long, but they are too instructive to discard. While others are good, but are not in need of the sun to bring a smile. Like secret eddies they churn below the surface desperately grasping at my ankles, hoping to pull me down. Down to where my thoughts, hopes and fears become my brothers and we embrace,  at the reuniting of our minds. Both are cherished for they are the building blocks of who I am. Forever joined together in this tower of flesh and bone, muscle, heart, mind and soul. Thank you God for the storms.

Happy Shooting.