I find myself looking at the sky a lot. Nothing special about that; I'm sure most people do.
Even here in Southern California, where the sky is blue so much of the time, there can be subtle differences as the seasons change. Whereas a month ago, the sky was nothing but unbroken blue, the start of autumn has guaranteed there are often whispy clouds and contrails - making for much more interesting sunsets now.
Living in a city of palm trees, there's always a pretty photo to be taken. In the past, I've been frustrated at trying to capture those palms and pretty skies... without them being obscured by the millions of power lines around us. This year, my attitude has shifted and I've embraced those power lines. There's no point trying to pretend they don't exist. The tangles of lines which criss-cross the boulevards, follow the alleys, and frame the horizon, are now something that I have fun with.