The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness. I feel more reverence as I grow for these mute creatures whose suspense or transport may surpass my own. Emily Dickinson
Fresh lettuce! Salad straight from the yard with green onions, parsley, arugala, coriander. What could be better? A few clear, calm days, everything freshly rained upon. The very full moon clearly visible. A soft fragrance in the garden in the evening.
Nearing the culmination of this year's cycle of paintings, which usually runs from September through the beginning of June. Thinking about "What is beauty?" Meanwhile, lots of experimentation with smaller "designs." A feeling of experimentation in general!
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