I remember when I was a young boy, lying on my back in the hillside pastures near my central New York home and watching puffs of cumulus clouds float by overhead. I could see animals and faces and sky castles in their ever changing shapes.
When I was a young man and courting, I recall lying in the tall grass near a river bank in Illinois with a college girlfriend. We watched the clouds drift by as told each other about the fantastic things we saw in them, each of us sharing our imaginations with words and fingers pointed into the air.
Now, I am older. I stand arm in arm with my wife, admiring a most beautiful sunset or a majestic cloud bank rising over the mountains, more beautiful than all those that went before. Each time I see the patterns of light and shadow in the clouds, I find that they have improved with age ... or perhaps it's my ability to appreciate them that has improved.
The clouds are ever changing and they are always the same. Like the clouds, I have changed, yet I remain the same.
Maybe we are all clouds.
I started shooting seriously in the 1960s as a freelance photographer in San Francisco. Then I stopped shooting seriously and started shooting for myself. For what it's worth, I was born in Upstate New York. I was schooled at Syracuse University and Shimer College but I don't think my schooling got in the way of my education. I've lived and worked in Chicago, San Francisco, Cleveland, Grand Rapids (MI), The Poconos and the Metropolitan NY areas. Now I live and work in southern Arizona.
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