Masks
Often times, we find ourselves looking at the earth underlying a shroud of cloud…Its appearance smooth and soothing without apparent contour as we gaze upon it from a above, the clouds growing more animated and textured as we move closer…a threadbare lumpy blanket being dragged unevenly across the face of the planet, masking the details and character beneath. As we find the thin places in that covering, the mask is lifted and we see the impressions of time and epochal change, the wrinkles and crags on the face of earth that make her unique and beautiful…
The Aerial Horizon 