Flying back to PNG from holidays I was reminded of how much I love clouds.
It was a love affair that started at sea, where the clouds herald changes of weather.
It is a love affair I continue on the rivers, where the clouds paint the blue canvas that dominates the view.
The best view of clouds though is from a plane, preferably a small one, where they are a landscape in their own right.
Sometimes they fill the valleys like a giant bubble bath of foam.
Other times they define a valley, like a strange tropical version of a glacier.
They play peek-a-boo with the mountains.
They are just beautiful.
Except when they block an airstrip and prevent us from landing.
Still, I love clouds.
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