Week 2- Lu Valero - New Beginnings
I took this picture as soon as I woke up the next morning after I moved to Irvine, just a couple weeks ago. I have never had any trouble waking up early, but I barely had any sleep that night so I actually saw the sunrise. I saw the colors of the sky changing only through the thin openings between the blinds. Soon I noticed that the morning was slightly darker than usual, so I looked through the window and found out there was a little bit of fog in the air. I took a picture of the view and I immediately sent it to my mom. I had a feeling she had also struggled with sleep the night before, and I confirmed it when, of course, she replied to me very soon. I told her that I spent a pretty restful night, which was a lie, but I was hoping she would believe it because I did not want to worry her. The blue-ish color floating in the air along with the fog, reminded me of the evenings in the town I grew up in, which I have not visited in about six years. The sparks of yellow light provided by the streetlights made me feel some warmth. I thought it was a funny contrast against the coldness of the streets. My moving in was bittersweet, and seeing this view made me feel a little nostalgic. I just remember wishing I could make it through these really hard times and getting the very best out of it.
Thank you for the post - a great insight into you and family. Also, your analysis of the color is very detailed and nice. Finally your connection to your emotions and how much one image/moment can mean to us is wonderful. nice post.
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