Dec. 22nd, 2010

"Cranky- your turn to do the sunrise". "snortcoughgurgglemy turn? sunrise? well sh**. Um ok- *touch of barely discernible purple* there. I'm going back to bed. More? Pink? grumble. *splat pink brush, brush* Done. I'm goin- why do you care if it's all clumpy and in one spot? Huff. Fine *slap smmeearrr* Happy?! Bed, here I- What?! What about the moon? She's there is she? Look *pop* here's the sun, it's up. l'm done!

Dec. 21st, 2010 Happy Solstice!

 Richard Wagner was the artist designing the sunrise this morning. The Eastern sky was a choppy sea of angry textured clouds colored nuclear orange and grimy golds against a puss green horizon. The South had cool pastel swaths of pinks and purples, North the sky was quietly paused, dark in my rear-view. The heavily full... moon was deceptively fragile, swathed in silvered cloud at the Western horizon.

Dec. 17th 2010

Predawn saw puffy pebbles of clouds that the pink light just barely danced down, reminding me much of an inverted stream bed. As the light got hotter and hotter, the the clouds that had looked soft and round just a few moments before were suddenly wispy textured flames like a prairie fire. This morning has been incredible. An hour later and the colors, though softer violets and white are still beautiful...

December 16, 2010

the very tips of Dawns well manicured fingers reach the high clouds this morning, brushing the clouds pink, the only color this morning as sunrise was behind a wall of grey...

Dec. 15th, 2010

A friend yesterday was wishing for a clean slate, sotospeak, and I felt like the universe was doing her best to give her one this morning. The city was washed clean by rain (which has since moved on), leaving the air fresh; full of the smells of trees and grass. Even pre-dawn was nearly colorless, just a slow brightening- as if to say no preconceptions, no notions of beauty- just light, do with it as you will.

Dec. 14th, 2010

the sun rose in to a crisp, clear morning, fresh with no mistakes in it. (as a favorite fictional red head would say)

December 13th 2010

The morning was crisp and clear and sadly, ingored. Even the sun rose without much fanfare, seemingly preoccoupied as much as everyone else with (I'm guessing) holiday to-do's and to-don'ts and to-forgets.

December 10th, 2010

Frank Frazetta

Frank Frazetta seemed to be in charge of the sunrise this morning- something about the colors- the sky was an odd shade of green and the cloud had long menacing tentacles stretching west that went from neolithic orange to a sickly gold. I really wanted a huge hairless barbarian shouting his challenge to the day with his axe raised in his fist, when I rounded the corner of the 635 to face east...

December 9, 2010

the sunrise was Disney, and I mean the psychedelic Disney- in pastels. The colors were just incredible, bright yet warm golds and yellows with pastel pinks and lavenders. The colors just rolled over each other as the dawn progressed- taking on different colors, textures... Every time I looked it was a different pallet. Waiter? I'll have what he had!