Mono Monday - Movement

The sky this morning was weird, but perhaps unfathomable in a mono context... Hurricane Ophelia came to visit, thirty years in from the devastating “not a hurricane” that no doubt still haunts Michael Fish.

Several thousand feet up, it all seemed far simple. We moved, the clouds stayed still. At one point, looking down on the southern French patchwork of fields and villages, it felt like the clouds were atop a lake beneath which lay the landscape. Scudding along, the clouds floated on the water.

Or perhaps I’ve had too little sleep...