Drove beneath these ominously beautiful clouds today, en route home from nearby San Diego. Weather like this (on the verge of inclement) always makes me cerebral and strangely emotional (and thus compelled to photograph). Not sure how anyone cannot believe in something greater with such a sky (and this is coming from someone shameful whose main impetus to attend confirmation school was because said priest/lacrosse coach was super hot).
The congregation (purposeful continuum of church metaphor) of these haunting clouds/light/eerily-still-ocean, drove up a bevy of “the meaning of it all” / “what am I doing” internal monologues, which I then tried to silence by turning on my iPod. Ironically, the first song to pop up was film composer Thomas Newman’s “Angels in America” theme; ode to my favorite play OF ALL TIME. Every sentence Tony Kushner/God-through-Kushner wrote is brilliant on an other-worldly scale – so I won’t even attempt to degrade Tony Kushner (or you) in describing it via my own ramblings. It’s one of those epic rarities equally infused with humour and ten trillion AHA moments.
For instance, “I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers.” “Well that’s a stupid thing to do.” Or, “‘Real love isn’t ambivalent…’ I’d swear that’s a line from my favorite bestselling paperback novel, ‘In Love with the Night Mysterious.’” Wittingly sarcastic, cynical…clearly these characters are New Yorkers (otherwise known as my brand of humour). Meanwhile, other lines (apropos to this photographed sky) haunt me for days: “I’d say f**k the truth, but mostly the truth f**ks you.”