I’ve struggled mightily with the balance to strike between the sweet smell of roses and the addictive rush of achievement. ~Neil Hanson. Who doesn’t share that sentiment? I’ve been quite sidetracked by the “roses” lately, although I’m not sure it’s…
The slightest movement, what might seem like a small decision one day, magnifies over time. Like an arrow whose direction is ever so slightly adjusted, the new path follows that course. Slight move, different outcome. Last was it August? September?…
This is the color that greeted me this morning. The photo is much dimmer than the reality. It was pinker And, I thought, “Red in the morning, sailors take warning.” Two days of rain ahead. Quick, get the garden ready.…
This is the redbud tree that stands next to my house. I always thought it was misnamed. The buds did not look red to me. So, this year, I decided to focus in close to see if I could see…
These are blueberry bushes growing along my shore. If you look closely, you might be able to see the white blooms. Right now, promise of fruit: objective truth. When and if the fruit comes – yum! – subjective enjoyment. I…
All winter long I wait for color. Waiting and waiting. It’s what : mid-May? And here’s the reward. Those bulbs that sat in the ground for months and months. And months. How enticing! Look at that color! So what do…
A while ago I was reading a book that was describing one of the differences between men and women, or rather, one of the reasons for misperception. The author had been in discussion with each gender. On one hand, the…
Above all, don’t try to write something you think you ought to write. ( Diana Wynn Jones) How can you not LOVE her for those words??? I can see how all any “good girl” training is completely counter productive to creating art. No.…
I picked the tulips yesterday. In the early morning light, they were mirroring the colors in my art. Outside coming in, inside matching out. I was just reading (in David Hinton’s book, Hunger Mountain) about the Chinese graph for the word…
I took this photo at 5 AM. Early. Quiet. I’ve been waking up at that hour in the past few days because it’s already light out. It feels like: time to get up. The days at this time of year…