Clutch:Hrw5/Eggs

Foggy Evergreens Egg

Upon first glance at this egg, you see what appears to be a dark swirling mist. The gentle white over the slightly darker grey of this egg gives it the definite appearance of fog. As you look more closely, you can pick out small needles of a muted green shot through the egg's surface. When you step back to look at the egg again, you can almost see the green but it appears to become lost once again in the swirl of white and grey.

Cloudy Sunrise Egg

Swirls of softest white cover the slightly oblong shape of the egg, defined and separated into surreal clouds by the warm glow of light orange and red underlying them. Streaks of soft sunlight seem to peek through the clouds above the mountains at the break of a sweet, spring day, spilling their radiance in celebration of new growth and life. The muted colors grasp like tiny fingers at the white billows, peeking out in a game of hide and seek.

Lavender Snowflower Egg

The ivory white surface of the egg is latticed in a random pattern, the crust of the last of winter's snowfalls as it gives way to the warmth of the sun and the surging growth beneath it. Peeping up through the latticing, shyly sending out tiny tendrils of new soft blossoms, the lavender splotches fill the emptiness as do the sweet, delicate and dainty buds of the first pastel purple snowflowers of spring. The faintest tinges of green here and there add to the impression of new life burgeoning up through the slowly releasing grasp of winter.

Melting Icicle Egg

The almost incandescent white of the tiny, oddly shaped egg is shot through with delicate bits of blue and green that catch the light and seem to run from rounded top to sharply pointed bottom. Ripples of misty grey add to the illusion of a delicate spire of ice giving up its captured moisture to the air around it and ground below. As you eyes travel along the egg, a soft song of dripping water can almost be heard.

Shadows of Autumn Leaves Egg

Caught in the first ice storm of winter, the muted scarlet of the leaves has been preserved and softened in the grip of winter's harsh hand. This egg is the same, faded red, veined with dark brown in random lines that flow in delicate traceries along the surface. Although not large, it catches the eye with its powdery appearance and soft allure.

Glacier Water Egg

The underlying color of the egg is a fresh, crisp white, the pure color of a glacier as it surges down the slope of rock towards its destiny. Along the surface of the perfect oval rivelets of clear blue streak and slide as if caught and channeled by gouges and tiny crevices. Occasionally they pool in irregular areas, giving the egg the appearance of being covered with cold, melting water that crouches in the depressions of the ice.

Iced Waterfall Egg

The medium sized egg is a pale green, more a tinge than a true shade frothing and cascading down the egg from gently pointed tip to full, round body. Lacings of a pristine white resemble the spume of cold water as it breaks free from the tyrannical grip of winter's ice and begins to rush and swirl from cliff heights to pool below. A few streaks of deeper green mingle, shadows of the warmer water assailing the ice above.

Ice Poppy Egg

Clear, soft, shining pink, the liquid looking surface of this little egg is striated with veins of a warm rose that almost delinate petal shapes along the length. Tinges of cream at the tops of the pattern add to the impression of an ice poppy slowly opening its petals to the cheery sun. Wisps of a waxy, light green that snake upwards from base of the egg to feather along the pure pink add to the overall impression of a delicate bloom braving the edge of a retreating glacier.

Mountain Whirlpool Egg

The top of this almost blocky shaped egg is a solid, placid blue, still and calm as a slow flowing stream. As it descends along the body it changes to a swirling pattern, blue, grey, wavey lines of white with a dash of black. The pattern spirals down the egg, a mountain whirlpool caught at the entrance to some underground falls, each turn tighter than the last, drawing your eyes with a hypnotic intensity before dashing back to a tiny circle of deeper blue at the base.

Granite and Mica Egg

The surface of this long, narrow egg appears rough and harsh, seemingly pitted with tiny fissures, the dark grey flecked with endless speckles and streaks of black that give it the illusion of hard rock from a hard land. A faint sheen overlies the apparent roughness, the illumination sliding along it like cascading water over a sheer cliff. Flecks of gold and silver peek out from amidst the darker colors, mica and pyrite set free by the patient, endless washing of a mountain stream.

Sunstreaked Cloud Egg

Swirls of light blue whisper along the roundness of this small egg, a veiling of tattered white like spring clouds wafting around in aimless array. Random, straight streaks of a pure golden yellow angle from top to bottom, as compelling and eyecatching as the shafts of sunlight that arrow through a veil of misty clouds to finger the warming ground below.

Moss and Lichen Egg

The somber shading of this large egg is almost lost in the shadows, the underlying hue the dull greyish-black of cold stone. Splattered across the egg, layered in areas, are splotches of rich moss green, silvery browns and swirls of a deep rusty orange. The delicate pattern has the same randomness as the growth of moss and lichen on mountain boulders, patiently working their beings into a oneness with the stone.

Spearmint Leaf Egg

A lustrous, medium sized egg with a elongated, pointed shape, this egg is the soft, feathery silver-green of the first leaves of the spearmint. Along the underside, running is random patterns upwards are veins of a deeper green, almost black, that add to the impression of tightly furled leaves ready to open in salute to the spring sun. Dapples of black here and there flow in caressing, shadowy patterns towards the base of the egg.

Blurred Rainbow Egg

The soft pastels that cover this egg are the washed shades of a rainbow seen through the fine mist of a spring rain. Blush pink mingles and melds with a cornflower blue, deepening into an amethyst purple, leaf green to sunshine yellow, the warm glow of peachy orange, all rippling in cascading fountains down the egg, impossible to say where one begins and the other stops. The egg seems to almost pulsate, a wish and a dream not yet daring to be spoken, but longing to be set free.

Fresh Butter Egg

A frothy, churned yellow as bright as spring sunshine coats the largish egg from top to bottom. Lashings of white fleck the surface here and there, swirling through the buttery color like cream working its way deeper into the heart of the whipped mass. No other colors are present, just the sweetness of the season's first butter.

Cool Dusk Egg

Softer than any feather on the wind, lighter than any shade of indigo, but still retaining the mysterious power of the purple shading, this medium sized egg resembles the evening sky at the close of a cool spring day. The color deepens slightly towards the larger, rounded end, hints of black like a bank of distant clouds. Scattered in artless patterns are splatters of silvery-blue, much like the first appearing stars decking the sky with winking gems. A wavery crescent shape is wrapped around a smudge of a darker purple towards the top of the egg, protecting a mystery with diligence.

Crystal Mint Egg

The base of the egg is shaded a clear, fresh green, the color of new growth and verdant promise. Tendrils of the green wind their way over the antique white that makes up the top two-thirds of the egg, brushing feathery fronds along the surface like little sneaking fingers. The pattern continues around the egg, disappearing beneath it as stealthily as it arrived.

Flower Field Egg

Laying peacefully against the sand, this largish egg resembles nothing so much as a mountain hillside swathed with a field of spring wildflowers. The lush green undercoating is overlaid with swirls, flecks, splashes, and stars of vibrant wildflower colors, as if some artist had dashed them there in artless abandon. Peach nods side by side with faint yellow that mingles confidingly as if gossiping with little bells of blue. Ripples in the surface of the egg add to the impression of flowers dancing in the wind's soft caress.

Apple Blossom Egg

Warm, pure white tinged with the faintest blush of pink along its length, the tiny egg lays nestled in the warmth of the sand. Flecks of brown swirl around the broad base, then flow upwards in a widely spaced array, like the tiny brown dots on a soft apple blossom. Faint tracery of lighter brown curves here and there along the egg's circumference, giving shape to petals that seem to have been blown together by a playful spring breeze. At the tip, where the brown lines converge, the hint of pink is more pronounced.

Fleecy White Egg

Gambolling curls and swirls of snowy white flow over the surface of the egg, faint wisps of smoke grey and ashy black streaking through the white in twisting spirals. The surface of the egg looks almost fuzzy, as if the matte finish was the soft fleece of tiny ovines dotting a spring meadow. Towards the bottom of the egg, a tiny patch of black sits forlornly, its darkness contrasting with the rest of the egg.

Pure Soil Egg

Warm, rich shades of fertile soil dapple the egg from top to bottom. Dark streaks like ground dampened with spring runoff mingle with lighter, sandy shades, lying parched and ready for water. Black furrows trail along one side, plowed ground ready for seeding, glistening with the promise of bounty and growth. A few irregular tan splotches poke out of the surrounding darker shades, tiny rocks working their way to the surface and the light.

Morning Lake Egg

The rippled surface of the egg is a soft, milky blue lavishly frosted with lacey patterns of a creamy white. The waves that travel from top to bottom of the perfect sphere pool and puddle here and there as do mountain lakes under the soft kissing breath of a morning wind. Towards the bottom of the egg the blue deepens, giving the impression of still depths yet to be explored.

Snowy Clifftop Egg

The large egg is so long and narrow it appears almost deformed at first glance. As you look closer you notice that the peculiar coloring makes it appear thinner than it is. The bottom of the egg is a deep greyish-black, crazed with deeper lines of inky hue like shadows on a mountain cliff. As the egg tapers and narrows, the color lightens to a lighter, harsh grey spangled with tiny bits of deep green. Flowing from the pointed top, a jagged mantle of dirty white rushed down to meet and submerge the grey, the edging distinct and harsh.

Dancing Mist Egg

A swirling, whirling, twisting hue of soft greenish-blue covers the perfect oval of the egg, with darker streaks of turquoise and celadon peeking through the lighter covering's wispy layer here and there. Erratic patches of emerald green and soft brown above and below the main swirling band add to the impression of a hillside holding a tiny mist between ground and sky in its wild spring dance.

Somber Slate Egg

At first glance the egg seems a shade of black, tessalated with darker black shadings. As your gaze wanders along the rough appearing texture of the egg the underlying shade reveals itself to be a somber slate blue, much like the rock on high and distant hillsides. The black filigree that flows around the large egg makes it resemble a rockslide that has somehow fallen to hot sands of the hatching ground. A air of stillness surrounds the egg as if watching and waiting for some sign of mountain wind.

Dusky Glow Egg

The heat of the sands suddenly strikes you as you spot this egg. Its amber top almost radiates with the volcanic warmth underneath it. As the waves of heat from the sands become more apparent you get the feeling you've just finished watching a lazy sunset, the characteristic yellow and orange glow of the sky as daylight fails show perfectly in this dusky, faded shell. As you strain to perhaps catch the last rays, you can pick out a small blemish here or there as firelizards in the distance, and perhaps those whitish grey streaks remind you of the thinnest wisps of clouds as the day ends.

Evergreen Cone Egg

This somewhat strangely shaped egg has a series of bumps and odd shaped mounds forming lateral rings around it. Upon slightly closer inspection you realize that the ridges are not quite so pronounced as the coloring has led you to believe. The light brown of the high relief gets somewhat darker as it sinks, making the tiered ridges seem much deeper than they actually are. At the tip of each bump is a small bit of brownish green.

Distant Mountains Egg

A dark but faded blur of purple at the bottom, the dusty sheen of this egg covers the entire surface. As your eyes raise from the wide end of the egg, the purple fades slightly to an almost grey-lavender which comes to a somewhat jagged halt, giving way to an equally faded orange color. Not unlike viewing distant mountains through the first haze of a spring morning, the peaks of the lavender and then the orange above. At the very top of the oval is a small patch of sky blue which is also muted by the same dusty quality that gives this egg its distant appearance.

First Grass Egg

The beige color of this egg is almost golden, but it lacks the luster and depth of ripening wheat. Instead it is as the long dead grasses of a wide meadow, chilled by the winter, but now uncovered by the spring thaw. The lightly textured ecru and tan egg has the smallest highlights of green running beneath the surface, as new life would push through the lifeless husks of winter's past.

Rainwashed Sky Egg

Looking at this egg recalls an image of the vastness of the open sky after a spring rain. The soft blue on the left gently overtakes the greyish white on the right side of the egg, as if the spring had come to chase away the rain. Where the two colors meet they fade and mix in a jagged line, parts of which extend far into the other color.

Spring Sunset Egg

A light, light pink at the top with a very faint, almost non-existant covering of blue at the very tip, this egg becomes more colorful the lower you look. The pale pink intensifies as your gaze travels lower. Slowly it acquires a slightly orangish hue as you near the bottom, where, just as the orange and pink meld into a blaze of pastel fire, all at once it becomes dark as the egg disappears into the sand underneath it.

Moonlight Snow Egg

Like the pearlescent light of the moon reflecting off of the last snow of winter, this faint whitish grey egg has just the barest hint of blue. As you watch, you can almost see the occasional darkness of a new shoot pushing its way up through the receding winter's blanket, casting an imaginary shadow across the opalescent field of white.

Stormcloud Egg

A study in greys, this egg is completely devoid of any of life's colors. At the top it is a smoky grey, like a thundercloud laden with tempestuous force as seen in the far off distance. As your eyes travel down, the next layer is lighter, yet a purer grey. And like the dark rainclouds of your memories, they roll on top of the next layer which is lighter grey still. The bottom of this egg is lighter still than the middle, but no less grey. You stare at it as though looking up on a spring sky threatening rain.