from gentle beginnings to humble endings

It’s been almost exactly a year, a year of checking if the sky hasn’t yet fallen in, a year of blue and sometimes grey, a year of peeping through trees and sneaking glances out of windows: a year of looking up.

And so it ends…

Looking for a way to give shape and resolution to this little sky diary, I approached some people that I knew, through friends of friends, who open up their front window to random art projects. I printed up the little poem from the start of this blog and invited people passing by to submit their photos of the sky, if they too felt like sometimes looking up.

The photos just below show the results. Nothing special, but for some reason, as I pass the window on my commute to work, I smile.

It seems nice to end it here.

I had the fool idea for this looking up thing rattling around in my head for years before I met you. And I wouldn’t have done it, if not for the strange way that you rattled around in my head for years afterwards. I can feel the skin on the top of my left foot, being stroked gently, as I look at your photographs of the sky.

Thank you for inspiring me.

For those of you who look here too, from time to time, I thank you and feel honoured that anyone has ever tried to look at things the way I do.