During the course of this journey, I have been the beneficiary of many things. Not the least of which has my luck with the heavens. Thousands upon thousands of miles driven. Hundreds of miles hiked and countless photographs taken. Through it all I can count on one hand the number of days when I’ve encountered a white sky. A sky absent detail. To a photographer, at least speaking for myself, clouds and rumpled skies are my best friend. They lend drama and context. Flirting with shade and dimension, they are timeless and can be shot in black and white as easily as color. Blue becomes bluer, leaden skies less grey. So a toast to my friends, the weightless drifters, bringing life to heaven and earth. May you forever follow my path.