february 18

watching this sky every day, from the very same step at my back door ... it strikes me that some days, the expanse is so restless, melodramatic and on others it is remarkably constant. on the changing days, a hundred different landscapes gallop across the sky. it is a palate where every colour expresses itself. there is tension and abandon in buckets. on the still days, the same tableau holds its pose from first light to last with the odd crawling cloud apologising its way across an hour of the afternoon. it's a good metaphor for human emotional states I think. some days are rampant, some are even.

9.41am. yes, raindrops.
1.40pm
2.14pm
4.09pm
6.45pm