There is a specific altitude at which weather stops being your ceiling and becomes your floor. Summits and long flights both know it: an unbroken cloud sea below, horizon-flat, with peaks breaking through like islands that ordered privacy.
Everything in this collection was shot from that upper side, mostly at sunrise, when the cloud sea takes colour like water takes dye — first pewter, then rose, then a gold that photographs almost audibly.
The appeal on a screen is frankly aspirational. Above the weather is where everyone is trying to get by Friday. Here it is on the lock screen, as a preview.
In this collection
