Dec 2010

Dec. 1st

The dry air was so crisp and clear this morning, that all the street lights were bitter bright, sparkling glass drops on the predawn landscape. The crescent moon and Venus were radiant in the barely lit sky.

Dec 2nd

I love that when I leave for work in the morning, that dawn is just a sleepy smudge of color low on the eastern horizon, the stars are still out and the western sky is still dark and full of possibilities...

Dec 3rd

Barbie was the guest artist for the sunrise this morning. I was running late so by the time I got out to see the skies they were Barbie pink for as far as the eye could see with a delicate silver filigree crescent moon hanging just *so* on a patch of sugar crystal blue. I loved though that the colors deepened to apricot just for giving way to the sun, one can only stand so much pink...

Dec. 6th

The sunrise this morning was something else. A textured swath of orange gold stretched out of the east, heading south, where the clouds smoothed out and became pale rose and comforting violet. West quietly reflected a bit of the pink back towards the east- shyly wanting to be a part of the sunrise too.

Dec. 7th

today's sunrise was one of the most lovely yet, as Jim was riding in the car sharing it with me...

Dec. 8th

the sleepy leviathan clouds were rolling lazily along the grey morning sky scape this morning...

Dec. 9th

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!

Lisha W: I just wanted to share what someone else on my FB said about the sunrise too "thinks that Lisa Frank must have designed the sunrise this morning. SO vivid, rich, and utterly gorgeous... no flying dolphins, though."

Dec 10th

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...

Dec. 11:

Alicia H.

Inspired by Jessica Dawn's sunrise musings, I saw tonight's sunset as a soft glow of orange and pink on clouds that stretched across the vast Texas sky as the day sighed and relaxed into twilight's waiting arms

Dec. 13

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.

Dec. 14

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

Dec 15th

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. 16

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 17

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 moment 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...

Dec 20th

the sunrise was quickly shadowed by fast moving clouds- perhaps to help those who get to sleep in today- get an extra hour of dreamtime. Lucky soinso's.

Dec 21st

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 horzion. 

Dec 22nd

"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 23

cold pewter skies hid the sunrise this morning. Winter, *I* am glad you are making a token appearance this holiday weekend...

Dec 27th

Sunrise this morning was baby pinks and soft oranges on clouds casulaly swathed along the horizon. Thd half moon was quietly perched center keeping watch over the early commuters. It was a nice ride in

 Dec 30

The low lying grey clouds were chanting "hurry, hurry, hurry" and tumbling, whisking quickly by- so it was the high layer of clouds (who were patiently waiting) that received Dawn's kiss this morning, making them rosy with delight. So bright was their blush that for just a short while, I could take off my rose colored glasses and still the world was pink.

Dec. 31

getting ready to start getting ready for the trip down to Austin. Taking a moment to enjoy the Dawns gentle fingers caressing the tops of the cloud mountains along the horizon.