As a child, I often used to look at the sky and daydream. Rows and rows of clouds would come and go. Sometimes the sky was clear too – it was so blue and when I looked at it I thought I could see things moving around, like rays of light. Then the night would come and the sky was so deep – the longer I stared at it the more stars I would see. I would think about everything that lies above our heads and how marvellous it would be to know everything about everything. Then, I moved to the big city and left all those wonders behind. I could afford to fly with low cost companies and forgot about the child that looked up to the sky and waved at airplanes thinking that the answer to everything lies above. I was above the clouds, like the deities I read about years ago. I took pictures of all those landscapes I could only imagine when reading Jules Verne. Now I wonder why I stopped wondering in the first place. Is it because as an adult I understand there is no way to know everything about everything? When I was a child I did not think of a resolution to my question – like a piece of paper that states the meaning of life – but of all the possibilities that lie ahead, and where they would take me to. These images I have taken over the years remind me of myself and of my journey. Per aspera ad astra.
