I’ve always been a cloud freak. Give me a blue sky crowded with clouds over a flawless, empty one any day. A cloudless sky can be beautiful, but it feels finished. Clouds make it restless.

I think it’s the constant transformation that draws me in. They build, stretch, dissolve and reform within minutes, turning the sky into something almost sculptural. There is depth, shadow and movement up there, but nothing lasts. Perhaps that is the real attraction – clouds are monumental and completely temporary at the same time.

You can look away for a moment and the whole composition has changed