text_original: The sun was metallic in its redness, rising from behind a group of low hanging, hazy clouds, casting its fierce beams on the point and the low shores of the anchorage. A brazen sky overtopped the scene, giving to green foliage and yellow sands alike, a glare as of terrific artificial light.
text_transcription: THE SUN WAS METALLIC IN ITS REDNESS RISING FROM BEHIND A GROUP OF LOW HANGING HAZY CLOUDS CASTING ITS FIERCE BEAMS ON THE POINT AND THE LOW SHORES OF THE ANCHORAGE A BRAZEN SKY OVERTOPPED THE SCENE GIVING TO GREEN FOLIAGE AND YELLOW SANDS ALIKE A GLARE AS OF TERRIFIC ARTIFICIAL LIGHT
phonemes: ðə sˈʌn wʌz mətˈælɪk ɪn ɪts ɹˈɛdnəs, ɹˈaɪzɪŋ fɹʌm bᵻhˌaɪnd ɐ ɡɹˈuːp ʌv lˈoʊ hˈæŋɪŋ, hˈeɪzi klˈaʊdz, kˈæstɪŋ ɪts fˈɪɹs bˈiːmz ɔnðə pˈɔɪnt ænd ðə lˈoʊ ʃˈɔːɹz ʌvðɪ ˈæŋkɚɹɪdʒ. ɐ bɹˈeɪzən skˈaɪ ˌoʊvɚtˈɑːpt ðə sˈiːn, ɡˈɪvɪŋ tə ɡɹˈiːn fˈoʊlɪɪdʒ ænd jˈɛloʊ sˈændz ɐlˈaɪk, ɐ ɡlˈɛɹ æz ʌv tɚɹˈɪfɪk ˌɑːɹɾɪfˈɪʃəl lˈaɪt.