Silhouettes Against the Morning Sky

For several days in January and December the morning sky has been dramatic and turbulent. Dark silhouettes, the trees stand as sentinels while the dawn creates a pattern of pink streaks across the horizon. Not the soft pink of little girls' dresses, but the violent pink of a world startled, abruptly awakened by its hot master. For one moment, the world is drawn in perfect sharp lines. Then gradually the turbulent sky melts into a pastel ice cream dream. Ambiguity, fluidity, compromise; and the day begins.