It's been stormy here in Chicago, which means knock out skies, beautiful clouds. I'm always watching the sky trying to figure out what makes clouds clouds, visually speaking. . . how the light plays on them, how they fit together so complicatedly. This last weekend, driving around, every time D and I saw the city, there was a bank of low clouds behind the skyline. Something about their positioning, that we couldn't see their bottoms, they created the illusion that Chicago was located on top of a mountain, high above the clouds. How do clouds do that? It's amazing.
I'm imagining a whole bunch of small punch-needle skyscapes showing up in the near future.
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