Sunrise on the Meadow
20" X 16"
Acrylic on Canvas
Just before dawn, we woke to the yips and snarls of the coyotes. We tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. The sky was beginning to lighten, so we shuffled into our jeans and crawled out of the tent.
Mmmm. Tea around the morning fire, waiting for the next batch of water to boil to bring our breakfasts alive. Our campsite sat in a bowl shadowed by a ridge of rock. It took a long time for the sun to peek over the edge of the Domeland.
And when it did, the world went from cool blues and greens and grays to a riot of color. Gold light streaming through the breaks in the clouds first lit the tips of the trees guarding the meadow and then the far ridge tops. The liquid light slid down as the sun slid up, igniting the day.