Glowing arc emerging from Chaos

Curious how I’m always a bit surprised when I see a rainbow, and affected as if it’s a new thing. Rainy on one side, winter sun on the other just now, startled by the rainbow… They’re a symbol of trite prettiness, they’re found in little girl’s books along with unicorns, they’re kitsch in our culture. Hard to imagine a modern painter doing one impressively. But this great arching shape in light glowed with violent and purple and red and orange and green, and it’s all about light prisming through raindrops. And where you’re standing. . .the rain falls randomly, pure stochastic precipitation; chaos. The light shines through it & a luminous orderliness is suddenly on display. Out of chaos…

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