Capturing clouds


Sitting placidly on the shore of a Vermont lake, watching the cloud show. Only a few miles from the Canadian border, it seems I have a front row seat on the jet stream. Camera poised, I capture the shifting shapes and shades—towering pillars of menacing gray give way to billowing, sun-drenched pillows surrounded by blue. Vertical lines of rain race across the distant mountains chased by horizontal streaks of shaggy gray. Bright against dark, contrast provides the drama. Raising and lowering the lens, I lose track of time. Then I put the camera down and just look. I'll never get it all, and I'm limiting my view. The sky moves ceaselessly. My head in the clouds, I become the still center. I thought I was capturing the clouds, but the clouds have captured me.