The heart of the beast.I've posted an earlier long shot of this same sunrise. I don't recall when - you'll have to look it up. This particular November morning was clear, windy and frigid. Winds whipped my clothing, reddened my nose and fingers, and made my eyes water. Thank God for automatic focus as I couldn't see when taking the last few (tens of) photos. This is the heart of the sunrise. Looking back at the morning, with the cobalt blue and royal purples high in the sky, and tornadoes of winds and peach and fiery clouds lifting into the heavens, the heart....this deep red beating heart...of the sunrise was a warming force in the gale winds and one I deem favorite in the hundreds of shots of various and sundry sunrises and sunsets.
One day, when I get my head back on straight, I'll go back out and take photos and write pretty prose but tonight is a difficult one. Recently, I purchased John Mayer's "Where the Light Is" CD and have become fixated on his version of Free Falling, penned by another favorite singer and songwriter, Tom Petty. I LOVE John's version. John Mayer brings his own soul into this song and I cannot stop listening to it, and it makes me cry each and every time. Maybe I just need to do that.
How do you rally during the hard times? How do you put the daily crap, or Crap of the Year/Decade, into perspective and go forth and create? For me, today, my heart looks like this red, swirling dervish of nature.
We each have our devils who enter uninvited and unwelcome yet remain for dessert and one feels obligated to serve their best.
