Why, the sky?

I must stop taking dreamy pictures of vaguely enigmatic skies... but I do like them. And there's always something vaguely enigmatic happening in the sky - unless it's uniform grey or (hahaha) uniform blue - so it's an easy blip. A cop out one might say. I could distinguish an unending run of such pictures by giving it a name - defining it as a movement: skyscapes! I'm a skyscaper!

Anyway, the sky was lovely earlier on. It still is. It will still be later on too.