Somewhere, somehow, in recent years I have come to love clouds. I don’t even want to photograph a landscape or cityscape if the sky is completely blue. A clear sky lacks character, in my view, and viewfinder.
This morning I woke to grey skies hissing out tiny spitballs of ice. It isn’t personal, it’s Minnesota doing a spring cleaning. I put on multiple layers of coats and walked Booker anyway. To see the returning geese silhouetted against cloudy sky bumps fills me with contentment. Some people need sunshine only, but I like a little attitude along with the blue skies. Yeah, clouds are good.