If you know me, or have been following my work, you may be aware that I have a slight obsession with aircraft contrails. As well as the mysterious unpredictability of these signs of the life that is constantly passing over our heads, I always think of the people that these trails represent and the trajectory of their various lives, as they sit in transit from one place to another.  I also imagine those people looking down at the landscape below – and the fact that they can’t see me – or any of the many others who watch their passing.

Clearing

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This is another of those images. All those ideas of the lives passing overhead are juxtaposed with the bleak ordinariness of the scene on the ground. As I took this photograph it reminded me a little of an urban version of a jungle clearing. A small opening in the forest where one can see the sky.

And in this case, the sky is looking back.