Fall Gathering

Martin and I see different worlds.   When we’re out walking in the neighborhood or hiking out west, I point out sights on the ground: a camouflaged horned toad, a snail making its way across a stone, a teeny flower reaching for its place in the sun. He captures vistas that I’d need stilts, or at least a step stool, to enjoy.

Then there are the times I see something that would make a great photo, but I’m just not tall enough to make it work.  This fall photo is the latest such example. Isn’t this a glorious cornucopia of color and texture?  From where I stood, had I snapped the image, you would have  the concrete platform supporting the flowers, leaves and pumpkins and little of the arrangement itself. I called Martin over and voila! In addition to capturing the arrangement, he was able to frame it with the fiery maple.

Ah, my world would be much the poorer without his vision.

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Through the Eyes of Love

Pausing on a walk, I snapped this ladybug swaying on spent clover blossom. Looking more closely, I saw the heart-shaped markings where I imagined her eyes to be.  Oh, the miracles at our feet when we remember to see through the eyes of love.



photo courtesy of Debra Darvick

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Tiny Tree, Big Impact

Martin and I visited Denver’s botanic gardens recently. It was a marvelous experience as such visits are. Usually bonsai exhibits thrill me but the tag on this sweet little tree startled me into another perspective.

“In training since 1985” read the info above the tree’s Latin and English names. Mentally, I’ve sometimes heard “bonsai” as “bone sigh.”  These two thoughts coalesced and the following haiku began to sprout:                                                                                                             

Not Mine

Almost forty years.
What are they training me for?
Their thoughts of beauty?



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Hold the Bleach!

Clotheslines might have been a pain in the neck way back when, but I’ve always felt a sense of romance and lightheartedness about them.  To me they evoke warm summer days, light breezes and sheets scented with the aroma of cut grass and sunlight.

I’m taking an intro class in color theory. After painting our own samples of primary, secondary and tertiary colors on cardstock, the assignment was to create a color wheel using three separate shapes for each of the color groups. What better than shirts, pants and skirts? And what a great mix and match wardrobe!

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What Women Wear

Emma created this in Barcelona where she spent the fall of her junior year. She adored her art teachers, learned a lot and did some wonderful work. This is a photo of the photo of the original which she couldn’t bring home because of its size.

I love this work.  Cobalt blue is my color. The assemblage of the various women held within a silhouetted stance of such confidence thrills me every time I see it. It’s just so cool. Brava, my dear daughter.  Brava.

If you’re curious about what she is doing now, Google Emma Darvick and see.

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