Nous Sommes du Soleil
I don't mean to alarm anyone, but I've been noticing that the days have been getting shorter since about this past June. Truth to tell, I didn't even see the sunrise this morning; this view is one I shot about a month ago in Missouri.
In my travels I have photographed ancient monuments - like Stonehenge or this one in Avebury, England - that may have been purposed to predict the motions of the sun...or maybe the ancients just knew that rocks look cool; I don't know. In years past, I would go to my attic window on midsummer's day and face east at sunrise while eating a salad made of vegetables I'd grown. I don't have any of that handy right now, so I did the next best thing to appease Sol - an animal sacrifice.
I took it upon myself, for the good of the world, to sacrifice a cow today to appease the sun god. Well, I didn't actually have a cow handy, myself, but I did kind of sacrifice one by proxy when I attended my local restaurant - Roy's BBQ in Hutchinson, KS. Ace dressed in ceremonial winter garb and helped out with the traditional ritual plastic fork. We also sacrificed some baked beans, cole slaw, potato salad and a diet pop.
I don't know if this will work or not. We'll find out in the coming week or so if the sun changes its mind and pops above the horizon a bit earlier every day. If it does, remember who you have to thank.
In the future, I think we should gather as small groups in motels to mark the position of the sun coming through peep holes. It's just an idea, but a fun one, I think. This one is at the Wigwam Motel on Route 66 in Rialto, CA - as good a place as any to herald the dawn.
(The title of this post is French for "we are of the sun." No; despite hours of classes, I don't know French very well - I swiped the phrase from a favorite song by Jon Anderson of Yes.)