the seam between desert and night
glows pastel to neon to clear blue light
sunrise & sunset
Arizona sunsets
“If I tint these pages with too many sunsets, it is not from unawareness of my weakness, but because without them a description of Arizona does not describe. In the afternoon hours, between four and eight, the country wakes and glows, and has its moment, like a woman whose youth was plain but whom middle age has touched with charm and mystery.”
—Winifred Hawkridge Dixon, Westward Hoboes: Ups and Downs of Frontier Motoring, 1921
Ember
days in winter
fall so short —
as the sun sets
loneliness rises
Tickle me pink & atomic tangerine
I can tell it’s probably not going to be much of a productive day when I spend ten minutes over morning coffee trying to match each color of the sunrise to its corresponding crayon.