My fascination with cloudscapes goes way back, before I realized what the words camera, photography, landscape, exposure stops and shutter speed meant. Even before what watercolors, oil on canvas, acrylic and crayons meant. To the time when mass of water particles in air meant more than home work, milk, early sleep and shining shoes.
I still feel my emotions turn watching the theater of the sky. The eeriness of grey clouds, the jubilance of fluffy summer skies, the drama of fast pacing stormy clouds, the obscure mysterious veil of the morning fog. I would be ecstatic at my trips to hill stations like Matheran when my dad would say that we are walking through clouds, and after I walk out he would show me the cloud we just came through.
Clouds have also been the subject of art since long. The full moon hiding behind a thick curtain of evil black cloud is parallel with a bad twist in the following tale. We have grown seeing flowing clouds, fighting clouds and fluffy clouds on Windows logos for a long time.
p.s. at times I feel like gulping down one whole big candy floss of pure white cloud in one go!!