The clouds seem to move faster when we gaze across at them from higher elevations.
The bellies of clouds drag their fog across the bountiful sea of green tipped mountains.
In timelapse, the passing is repetitive, but never predictable.
Visually exclusive, though atmospherically inclusive, never reclusive, the clouds are an engaging subject.
We shutter at their pressence during times of full coverage. Though we gaze upon them in wonderment and study their temporary being.
Like the land we walk upon, a cloud’s design is mountainous, with it’s own peaks and valleys.
Perfect in their imperfections.