The clouds roll in, emblazoned by the yawning sunrise. Lighthearted wisps of flames spreading overhead from the East. Vestiges of the night cling on in the form of narrowing shadows. The sky is alive in perception. Soon the transition will be complete, and all will be illuminated accordingly. A tradition without widespread fanfare. Maybe we ought to take some time out of our busy lives to celebrate, or at least acknowledge, daily miracles that are seen and yet largely go unnoticed.
After this display, the day steadily grows muted, muggy, and dank. Time to dial up a Jazz playlist, the type of sounds that serenade any leisurely setting or activity by weaving a calming influence about it. The keyboard clicks to an unstable rhythm as work commences.
A hush falls on the shop, enveloping this infinitesimal corner of the world in a hazy silence, occasionally interrupted by the harsh sound of metal grinding on metal. A profusion of sparks shower the immediate vicinity of work. Generous are the fleeting incendiary remnants of iron meeting the banal concrete ground cover.
And as such, the day goes on....
Here are some other captures of clouds taken at ~5:30 am on July 27-8, 2022 before I drifted off in my car. A new weather front is coming! I'm currently very smitten with the generalizable noir look, hence the black and white versions:
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