The Colors of Dawn

The Colors of Dawn

The darkness of night gives way to contrasts of grey and blue.

Photo by Tim Graves
Photo by Tim Graves

Finally, the sky bursts forth with vibrant oranges and yellows.

Photo by Tim Graves
Photo by Tim Graves
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Photo by Tim Graves

 The oranges and yellows cannot be contained as they flow out of the east painting walls of concrete with their glow.

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Photo by Tim Graves
Photo by Tim Graves
Photo by Tim Graves
Photo by Tim Graves
Photo by Tim Graves

 

Resurrection. New Day. Fresh & clean. Hope out of the death of darkness.

Then your light will break out like the dawn, and you will be healed quickly. Isaiah 58:8a CEB. 

I Like Colors!

I Like Colors!
Grey Sun (Photo by Tim Graves)
Grey Sun. Photo by Tim Graves

There’s a way in which my adult son Isaac and I are different. I tend to err on the side of more color in my attire. He tends to err on a more subdued color scheme. We recently had a Facebook discussion in which we discussed our very different perspective on the appropriate color of his childhood home. He told me that he was embarrassed by the bright, warm yellow (with green trim) that we painted our 1850s historic home we owned in upstate New York.

Yes, I like color! I’m wearing a lavender shirt as I write this post. I have a bright yellow sweater. I wear bold stripes especially in the winter months. My ties have been known to be dramatic. For me, having a yellow house was inspired by a 1970s Barbara Streisand song, Everything. In the song she lists things she’d like to do; my favorite is, “Move into the White House, paint it yellow.”

For me, color reflects the magnificence of the season of new creation: spring. The flowers are dressed in a vibrant spectrum of colors. It’s as if they are giggling and laughing at winter and its endless greys. That is why I am particularly fond of the Grey & Sun Wind and Solar building in the small town in which I live. I can see it from my office window. Even on the dreariest of days it shines bright. It giggles and laughs at winter reminding me that to everything there is a season (Ecclesiastes 3). Spring always returns.