Watered Silk

On my way to swim at the Indianapolis Aquatic Masters 

event, 100 X 100, I noticed the gray clouds were 

relieved somewhat by brushes of blue and pink. 

The sky and sunlight pushed in from the east to make

a sunny, if cold, day seem less leaden while the tree

gave me the impression of black lace overlaying

a background of silk moire'.

Textured Tuesday: Pink Lava, Blue Frost

The sunrise had not yet touched the spot where I stood 

to catch the bus Monday morning.

The hot pink sun had just risen above the horizon,

while the place where I stood was bathed in crystal frost

and the two created a layered study of contrasts,

pink and blue, hot and cold.

Sunrise

Another morning, Boxing Day in England I guess. 

(Is that because everyone boxes up the Christmas decorations, 

packing them away for another year?)

Some people like sunsets, I prefer the sunrise, 

possibly because I feel a bit safer because

most thugs aren't early risers.

As I told someone a while back, seeing the sun rise

gets me an early start on the day, and allows 

me plenty of time to fuck it up.

Many thanks to my nephew, Joseph for his gifts of

Steve Jobs' biography by Walter Isaacson

and the CD, Wynton Marsalis and Eric Clapton

Play the Blues. It's not fucked up.

Blue and Orange Morning

Well...I was hoping for pink trees and purple shadows when 

I got up this morning. What I got was orange trees and blue skies.

Did I leave the house too late to catch that first tinge of color

as the sun rose from behind the Speedway grandstands?

I dunno. I guess I have to try again tomorrow,

making certain I leave the house as soon after 7 a.m.

as I can manage. Whether there will be a blush

of color similar to what I saw on the trees in the park, 

I can't say until I check it out for myself.

In the meanwhile, feel the, er, warmth of the sun 

as it shines it's orange-y self on the trees.

See that kind of scum on the surface of the water?

That's a thin skin of ice.

While I'm looking forward to seeing this scene

covered in snow,  I was so glad to be coming home to

a nice breakfast and a pot of hot coffee.