Sky-Scapes

Thoughts on clouds and ZINE on the way...Sliding by close with glacial inevitability and, stilled by parallax, hovering in the distance, they pass over my house and my mountain and my valley until, usually by the early afternoon, all thats left are the unlucky few too rain-laden to cross the Gabriels, tantalizingly out of reach, peeking like a Monet Kilroy over the greening autumn ridge-lines.