When I was a young girl, my mom used to have a lot of good luck. Well, as much as a very poor person can have in the South Bronx. She was the only person in our area that listed to country western music which really made her seem odd to those around us in our 6 block neighborhood radius. Everyone was listening to Michael Jackson or Prince and wearing those red pleather jackets. She listed to Johnny Cash, Hank Williams Jr. and Willie Nelson to just name a few. I didn’t really know better. So, it seemed cool to me. Till this day, I can sing along to many country songs as well as Britney, Depeche Mode and the X Ambassadors. I have a wide varied music taste.
Anyway, back in the day my mom had good luck. She would call in to the local NYC country western music station and win. She won often and a variety of things. Then one day someone gave her the evil eye and her luck turned a bit. She no longer won and the neighborhood got a bit rougher. She would go around saying that we lived with a dark cloud hanging over us. Then one day, a few decades later, I had a horrible business trip that included a plane with yellow-taped seats and a kamikaze cab driver. While we were driving back to the airport there literally was a dark cloud hanging over us all the way there. I shook my head and wondered why there had to be a dark cloud.
Then I started taking more and more road trips during which I brought my camera. I would peer out my window with camera at the ready. I slowly became more and more fascinated with photographing clouds. The clouds became my muse out on the road. Clouds in the morning and at night, dark and light all capture my eye. This past summer roadtrip solidified the status of clouds as my muse.
I used to fear the proverbial dark cloud. Now it serves as my muse.