A collection of seasons and their sunrise.
Everyday I wake up to the rolling hills of a farm behind my house slowly creeping into view, admiring the sky’s ever changing blue.
“The world is blue at its edges and in its depths…
For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go. For the blue is not in the place those miles away at the horizon, but in the atmospheric distance between you and the mountains.”