Behind the Camera: Brushing the Sky

Brushing the Sky

When I take a photograph, it’s all about what my eye is drawn to when I look at a scene. In the mountains, I can’t help but stare in wonder at the strange aesthetic land where landscape and clouds intermingle. If I were standing above that ridgeline, I would of course think I was surrounded by fog. Some distance from the mountain, it is clear that a large cloud is pouring over the hillside, like custard over a christmas pudding.

It’s a little like the first time I flew in a plane as a small child and was amazed to discover that planes could fly, not only through clouds, but above them too! Before this I hadn’t known that clouds had tops to them as well. I’d thought they went all the way up – although I’m not sure where I thought they stopped. When they started bumping into the moon, perhaps?

I often wonder if children raised among these hills express such surprise that clouds and fog are one and the same. To me, fog was a just one kind of weather on a particular kind of day – and no more related to those things in the sky than a puddle is to the rain. To children growing up on the sides of mountains though, it must always always be self evident that a foggy day is just a very cloudy day…