Monday, June 27, 2011

Listen to the Silence

Sometimes we are surrounded by beauty and don't see it.

I'm in a weeds phase. Don't ask. I don't know. Maybe it is because the field where I sit and eat my lunch is filled with such a variety. The sound of the grasses rustling in the breeze float along the top of the sun's heat on my skin. The insects buzz from flower to flower, and a Stellar's Jay screeches in the distance.

I admire the beauty of the feathery design, bask in the genius it took to make just this one plant. Look at it.

I mean, look at it as if it will never appear in your yard. Isn't it beautiful?

It looks like a mid-summer's snowflake. A thing of exquisite,
delicate beauty.

And then there are the colors. Those white flowers on top, I would have sworn were white and green. But below, close up, the colors are amazing. How many colors would I need if I were to get out an easel and canvas?

How lucky I am to be surrounded by such lovely perfection.

Perhaps I should be working on revisions.


  1. You have an artist's eye. I think we should go out and paint again. Next time I'll set you up with a blank canvas and a limited palette. You can make all the colors of those wildflowers (er..weeds)using Cadmium Yellow Light, Cadmium Red Medium, Alizarin Crimson, Ultramarine Blue, Black and White. Perhaps I'd better get back to the studio. :)

  2. It is great to have a real artist comment. I would have said "White, green, kind of a yellowish, and kind of a brownish-maroon."

  3. I want to see those paintings, especially if there's underwear in them, er, laundry.

  4. Carol,

    You'll have to go to her blogspot. Just enter in Dale Sherman Blodget into your search engine.


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