But I've also been finding the pedestrian skyline of SF fascinating, lately. Electrical wires, telephone poles, hawks, seagulls, sparrows and ravens, rooftops, and sometimes bubbles or the occasional escaped balloon, all crisscrossing each other in the changing backdrop of our piece of sky, which itself changes in the unchangeful sea of Existence. Movement pointing out no-movement (not stillness, which is different.).
I painted this after being stopped in my tracks by the neon orange setting sun light bursting out from between the clouds behind the turquoise bell tower of St. Cecelia's church at 18th Street and Vicente. I was coming home from downtown with new art toys in hand, which (presciently, I now realize.) included all the colors you see here. (Thank you, Holbein Acryla gouache!)
One of them is a rebellious neon-pink lady named "Opera" - the camera doesn't do justice to her brightness here, and my scanner won't even recognize her! She's the darker pink streak coming from the top left. It's not normally a color I associate with myself - certainly would never wear it - but, for whatever reason, I was drawn to it. Who knows. Maybe she and the rest of the colors knew I'd see that sunset and want to paint it.