I’ve always enjoyed looking at the sky, especially when there are those beautiful cotton clouds.
I have always loved them, they remind me a lot of those japanese anime that inspired me during the shots.
Sometimes I go about pitying myself, and all the while I am being carried across the sky by beautiful clouds.
A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed, it feels an impulsion… this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reason and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.
That, if then I had waked after a long sleep, will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, the clouds me thought would open and show riches ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked I cried to dream again.
At times we wish that these clouds never came our way for all they bring with them is misery but on others they bring relief. It is their absence that is difficult to get by, to fill, for autumn is near. But then seasons do change.
