I call it the Crying Sky, and once in a while, I’m able to capture the emotion of the natural world. I always feel the sky is calling out to me, crying out to me at times. If photography is the art of observation and love, the sky speaks to both. I moved here in part to be close to nature, and the minute I came, I knew I could never live apart from it again.

Nature, animals, weather, are a part of being human, all teach me, challenge me, heal and inspire me. I look at beautiful things all day, and they remind me of what life is really about. I can’t live without beautiful skies anymore. Sometimes the sky is sad, crying out for human beings to wake up and save their planet. Every sky picture is emotional to me.