When I was a kid, I remember how any time my papa (material grandfather) returned from a trip, he would have a stack of photos from his adventure. I loved flipping through them with him and hearing all his stories (he is still, to this day, my favorite storyteller). Whenever his adventure involved a plane, the stack would include a number of cloud photos – he loved taking pictures of the clouds. Didn’t matter if he had already taken hundreds from other trips, he always took more.
This became a bit of a tradition for myself, as well. Every time I am up in the air, I cannot resist taking photos of the clouds. It doesn’t matter that Papa isn’t around anymore for me to share them with him, I still take them. Aside from loving the textures and the feeling of absolute freedom I feel way up there, it makes me feel a little bit closer to him still.
I especially love a cloud sandwich:
Ami Maxine 