I think a lot on cloudy days about what is behind the clouds, what we know (or think we know) to be there...sun, stars, moon, planets, birds, the mountains, planes, birds or something else?
It becomes imagined or remembered at that point.
The full moon as I arrived at home last night.
Focus.
Zoomed in, moon out of focus, color altered some, filtered...
Field notes: Rain, 45 F (not supposed to get any warmer than that), winds from the south, 17 MPH, gust of 24 MPH possible. Deciduous trees cleared of leaves for the most part.