At the beginning of the week, my beloved sister Louisa visited en route home from Maine, headed to Virginia. We took a walk through the woods together and at one point, she stopped and looked around. “I LOVE these woods,” she said. “The rocks.”

Moss covered granite rocks sculpt the surroundings, as the soft earth path wends its way through, soft underneath.

Such a tranquil space.

Another morning, Peaches and I were walking along in the woods into the slanting light of the early morning sun. We came around a bend in the trail and I heard a gasp. We had encountered a young college student coming from a different direction but now heading down the same trail. She hadn’t heard Peaches. We surprised her.

She had a fist full of wild flowers and we walked down the rest of the trail together while she happily chatted about her life at school. Chance circumstance.

A sweet moment.

Peaches was nonchalant. But I’d never seen a fish jump so close. And that size..

Whew!

As for my art this fall. It takes longer than a moment. But it feels like it’s about these small interludes.

Last week: a blue ascension.

This week, rising toward green

This morning I was out in the kayak. It was just warm enough to venture forth. Peaches and I were on our own, no other boats in sight, when suddenly, right next to us, this large fish flopped out of the water and circled back down. “Shsh-shsh” – and it was gone.

They are small pieces.

With small shifts.

Sharing with you: my little moments.