I’ve found the most beautiful way to start my day, I go barefoot outside (sometimes naked, if the light is just right) and take photos of flowers.
I have been a warrior for color and light all my life, perhaps because I grew up in darkness. I appreciate color and light. Joseph Campbell wrote that the artist’s role is to bring color and light to people.
I like that; maybe it fits. As I accept myself more and more as an artist, I try to understand what that means. I brought a Sunday bouquet into the house this morning. I’m keeping my promise of flowers in the house all summer.
Tuesday, I’m taking a bouquet to our Men’s Group Meeting, whether anybody shows up or not.
The Red Lilies just came up yesterday; they take my breath away if I get close.
The poppies are graceful and beautiful at the time time.
The Red Lillies, again. Hard to grasp such beauty.
The fancy geraniums have arrived and made themselves felt.
Get ready; the Orange Gladiolas are about to open up in my garden.
(I entered the soul of a second gladiola and was awed.)
(Daughters of the sun are what I called these two Zinnias. They were shouting at me to pay attention.)
(My Sunday bouquet on the dining room table is just for us.)