Sunrise one day this week:
Layers of light.
Sorting I stacked a paper star on top of a painting I had done.
Hmm...
So here it is another version (three layers, one filter).
Another way to be.
I've shared this before but for those who wonder, the text is:
Crepuscular midnight stands at the road,
Where the stars have spilled from its purse.
You cannot go over the road past the fence
Without trampling the universe.
"Steppe," by Boris Pasternak
Last night, when I couldn't sleep, I listened to a conversation with Katy Payne (On Being). The discussion was about listening to whales and elephants.
As I lay in the dark listening, I imagined there were whales singing deep in the ocean, right then at that very moment. Elephants rumbling at a pitch just below what humans can hear.
Something to think about in the middle of the night when it is dark and quiet.
Speaking of whales singing, Payne says:
"And so what that has done for me is to make me feel that what lies ahead to be discovered is absolutely limitless. We are not at the pinnacle of human knowledge. We are just beginning."