In the shade, air breezed chill across nose and cheeks. Sunshine warmed stretches of the path that led me to a flower garden. Unsettled emotions loosed their grip among many still-fragrant roses.
Like eddies in our river, thoughts swirled. Familiar refrains cycled past, mixing with glimmers of new ideas. It appears I thrive on doses of thoughts in germination.
But this day no one could hear my musings, so it was time to be quiet, to listen to bits of conversations and mellow in the movements of an autumn afternoon.
Back in a corner of the flower garden I came upon artists. Needing, I suppose, the comfort of creative conversation, I asked one painter if this was a class. “No,” she answered. “We just like to paint together.”
She graciously consented to be photographed at work.
Then we exchanged website addresses. Hers is here.
Imagine, I thought later, after viewing her bountiful pages of paintings, being able to illustrate your own site so well.
By then I had wandered home and gotten a little creative with photos.
May your week give you a few warm stretches and bright moments between.
You illustrate with words very well!
I’m ever trying to learn to do that, Fresca. Thanks.
When I saw those rose pictures, I swear I could smell that warm, spicy rose fragrance. I used to grow them. Made me reconsider starting some again. Beautiful.
Bets Cole’s website is gorgeous. I am totally in awe of artists. Thanks for the link.
I hear you, Beth. I liked how Bets says she needs to work on many layers in her paintings and that each one takes time. Not so different from writing.