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Well, I live in an area that is currently on “lock down” until the final suspect involved with the Boston Marathon bombings is caught.  That tragedy, in combination with a bad back, gives me lots of time to sit and muse.  So when I finished playing with the following picture (of water beaded on a petal) all I could think of was “planets.”  And what better piece of music to pair with my blue tinted orbs than Holst’s The Planets.

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I am not blue today, red with anger, or green with envy.  Perhaps I am an opaque shade of brown and black and gray.  A splash of burnt orange as the sun continues to rise?

Regardless, just a thoughtful mix of darker hues.  That is what I feel as I watch the melting snow.  Perhaps it is that falling water that makes me think of tears.  Tears blur the world even as they rinse the eyes clean.

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Stormy Weather by Cynthia Staples

Stormy Weather by Cynthia Staples

I’ve always enjoyed putting brush to paper, but I’ve never been especially disciplined about learning the right ways to do so.  But the older I grow the more I realize it is more important to just put the brush to the paper and stop worrying about the right way.  Van Gogh I will never be, but I don’t need to be Van Gogh to have fun with paint or to produce an image that might make someone’s day a bit brighter.  Random thoughts on a quiet Sunday. ;)

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Are the holidays especially hectic for you too?  If so, I highly recommend you steal away to a quiet corner and read this image essay by poet and artist Donald Langosy.  A treat for the eyes and soul, I’d say. ;)   http://talkingwriting.com/image-essay-donald-langosy/

"The Metaphysician and Monsignor" © Donald Langosy

“The Metaphysician and Monsignor” © Donald Langosy

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drifting down

covering the mostly naked branches of trees in the Middlesex Fells

mostly naked I say because up high leaves still bathed in the fading light

until even that light disappeared and all that remained was a transient glimmer of gold in the air

and a dusting of dark rose upon the land

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… perhaps butterflies do too.

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Part of the genesis of the story referenced in the previous post, about The Long Walk, was an accidental 26 mile walk I took a few months ago.  Now, people keep asking me, “How do you accidentally walk a marathon?”  Well, let me tell you, it is possible, if you keep wondering what’s around the bend.

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I have this pair of earrings that sit on the windowsill.  They are broken but their beauty is such that I cannot make myself throw them away.  When I get into a cleaning mood, when I just want to create some space, I almost reach for them.  But then the light … yes, always the light … will strike the pieces revealing a uniqueness that once tossed I will never find again.  That is the thought that came to mind this morning as I found this image on my camera.  I often have trouble labeling a photo but instantly the words “broken light” appeared in my head.  And those two words brought to mind an inspiring blog, Broken Light: A Photography Collective.  The site presents the powerful words and images of those living with, or affected, by mental illness.  If you have not had a chance to view Broken Light, I highly recommend a visit. ;)

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I’ve been admiring the morning glories in my landlord’s garden for a while now.  Amazing how those vines progress across the yard and how the colors of the flowers morph over time.

Not sure why but today I felt compelled to slip into the garden with a pair of scissors.

Stealthy though I felt, the landlord doesn’t mind anyone cutting a bloom or two.

I may have cut a few more than that.

Handling the blooms, photographing them … it was a nice way to start the day.  Hope you have a good day too. ;)

 

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I don’t think that I would describe myself as a collector but in the past year or two, I do seem to have … collected … quite a few stones.  Each has a different shape or thread of color.  I can’t remember where I picked them up.  I don’t expect to keep them forever.  I like to give such things to little friends of the four to five-year old variety.  Maybe one day they too will photograph their stony treasures.

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