Sitting, watching the light grow.  The clouds move across the sky as one.  I’m thinking about the earths movements.

As the sun rises it pushes color up into the sky.  Pink at the horizon, golden to bright light beyond and higher.  A projected path. 

Undoing the twine I wrapped around a piece of pipe over a month ago. The curls of fiber are so persistent

 I like the idea of a ceremonial sculpture within a larger sculpture or installation