Joe had finally found the cloud maker...it was Edgar the man of old blowing his brass horn."The surest way to create a cloud is to imagine the lightest, fluffiest, yummiest food...what are you thinking of?", replied Old Edgar.
"Pavlova!"
I met a chap in Vancouver who told me a tale about Joe and his obsessive search for the clouds and how best he could be among them. I won't ruin the ending but he finds that he just needed a little imagination instead of straining so hard to see them.
It was a good story so I have been trying to capture it in a picture but it never seems to quite hit the spot. This is the closest I have got to it so far. I have to say that Edgar seems like quite a chap,I bet he's seen a few things in his line of work!
