Briefly Gorgeous

 I watched the sun rise yesterday.  It happens around 7 am these days.

 For a short while, it was a neon scar in the cloud bank above the Wikwemikong penninsuala.

I was reminded of the novel I read last month where the author talked about the sunset and compared it to a human life.

"relative to the history of our planet,
an individual life is so short,
a blink of an eye - 
so gorgeous, even from the day you're born to the day you die,
be gorgeous only briefly....
the sun sinking in a few crushed minutes,
it changes the way things are seen, including ourselves -  
sunset, like survival,
exists only on the verge of its own disappearing.
To be gorgeous, you must first be seen..."  Ocean Vuong

 A sunrise is also briefly gorgeous, but more hopefuly so than a sunset.

 A sunrise promises an entire day ahead.

 Later that day, I started a new stitch project.

 Clear and simple.  Black and white.

and this morning, I continue.  

sun rise

Ned and I were up before sunrise to take photographs of Monumental Simplicity at the top of the Ten Mile Point hill. George Wigle let us put the stand up on his property the evening before.

I have to say that this experience was fantastic on so many levels.

I lay down on the grass directly underneath the work to take this.

The top four photos are by Ned. The rest by moi.