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In the Spirit of Rothko

http://photosbycynthia.smugmug.com/Nature/One-Day-at-Belle-Isle/9929952_CnUXC#701014911_cdfiC

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Red Rain

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Bright Leaves on Branch

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Red Leaf

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Go to:  http://www.photosbycynthia.smugmug.com/nature

Click on:  Ice Snow Water Gallery

Vines Reflected in Pond Rain on Window Green Leaves Reflected in Pond

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Jeweled Leaves in the Woods

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Drawing by Henrietta Bruce Sharon

Henrietta Bruce Sharon drew this picture for the anthology, Golden Slippers.  When I showed it to a friend his eyes watered and he said, “You should send this picture to your brother.  You and he are who I see in this illustration.”  I have three brothers.  I love them all but I am most close to my youngest brother.  Given that we were less than two years apart, our parents raised us as if we were twins.  He and I have always shared a love of stories, and so, throughout our childhood we spun stories and imagined ourselves at the center of great adventures.  I wrote and he drew.  Even though we see each other rarely these days, we still connect by phone, by email and by illustrated letters to tell the stories of our every day lives.

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Hawk in Branches

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Petite Branches

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Sometimes if I leave my bedroom window open, I return home at the end of the day to oak leaves strewn about my floor.  When I sit at my writing desk, I can look over my shoulder and into the gold-ringed eyes of a black bird as it perches near-hidden amidst green leaves.  A squirrel has dashed by on occasion.  A blue jay sang to me once.  I have had to snap a branch because I feared the wind would drive it through the glass.  Under my breath I said all sorts of “I’m sorry.”  You see, I live on the top floor of a rambling old Victorian house.  And towering above that house is the oak tree.  Sitting in my bedroom at my desk with the wind whistling through, and the oak tree doing its end of summer shimmy with acorns still green, I feel quite blessed to be where I am.

Oak Tree

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