I usually find myself looking up when traveling with my camera. Clouds tell me things in all kinds of shapes and forms, against colored backgrounds which keep changing by the minute. When riding a motorcycle by the backroads, taking your time and contemplating your surroundings, sometimes you have just enough time to see the vastness above inviting you to stop and register the fleeting moment before it all changes once again. You miss it and it’s gone, but you will not forget it.