Into August already . . . hard to believe. Evening shadows come a bit too quickly. A chill lingers in the air most mornings. And yet the sunsets continue to amaze and inspire . . .
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Setting Sun [watercolor on paper]
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Still trying to keep my hand on the brush, the brush to paper -- anything to ensure that I don't lose the thread of creativity. Sometimes it is difficult, but then the eye is drawn to a distant light, a spot on the horizon that shimmers, that infuses one with hope . . .
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| Drawn to a Distant Point [oil on paper] |
. . . and hope is the thing with wings that perches forever in the mind. One only has to allow it to spread wing and take flight.
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| Summer Flight [watercolor on paper] |
1 comment:
a dragonfly so light and airy, precious.
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