It could be nearly any swath of cerulean sky.
Perhaps it should be raining, given that it is monsoon season. Maybe a dusky smoke could betray some hint of what kind of earth may lie underfoot or what surrounds this view.
I’ve long been drawn to views framed both by what surrounds them and how one approaches and looks at them, rather than being defined by what deliberately has been placed around them–to a unique vantage point of the moment, rather than an artist’s enduring choice for the many who may behold an exhibited work: a lake at dawn, a single building bathed in gold light for just minutes; a single door opened to boughs steeped in steamy rain; a tree bisected by ancient ruins; doorways within doorways; a pink city revealed through a tiny window in a palace door.
My favorite frames look up, eyes upon the heavens, moving us from the ancient and earthbound within our grasp to forever’s swirling star dust skies.