Bookends

Last night I found myself working really late at the office. When I work really late I sometimes get a little loopy in the wee morning hours when my intense-focus-and-get-things-done mode has been going after 5 p.m. for far longer than I was even at work before 5 p.m. During these moments I always find humor when the sun beings to rise outside my office windows. I smirk and laugh a strange laugh and welcome the sun I had bid adieu a number of hours earlier in the same position at my desk in my office.

Last night I happened to finish the project I was working on just in time to leave as the sun was rising. As I drove home I pondered to myself why the sunrise never seems so beautiful as the sunset. As my car turned a bend in the freeway, I was confronted with the the most beautiful pink and amber blazed sky peaking over the Portland skyline and the mountains beyond. It was so beautiful, I went up on the deck on my loft's roof at freaking 5 a.m. to enjoy it for a few minutes.

This evening I was with friends for their son's birthday in a rather rural area south of Portland. It just so happened on the family property there is an old barn they are tearing down. The sunset was a perfect foil to the sunrise of this morning. Amber. Pink. On fire. A glowing horizon lined by the blackened silhouettes of the hills and mountains nearby. I decided to go take some photos of the old barn in the sunset and hope to post a couple on here (it wasn't on my camera, but I am optimistic I can get the files and share them). I was overtaken by the light that poured through the cracks and open window of the barn. As I left to drive back to Portland, the fire in the sky was giving way to a sliver moon and the blue-black of the night.

It was a long day, but boy was it amazing to see such beautiful bookends.
                                                                                      -Max