A wordless sunset? Pat, I'm beginning to wonder ;-) But then I'm always wondering ;-)
In this one I see the cloudbank sliding eastward, portending a glorius day tomorrow. For whom? For all, of course.
For that is simply the backdrop -- the canvas and palette, oils and brushes. Now just what do you want to paint?
Dark, violent storms or warm, end-of-summer showers? Dazzling sunlight with refreshing breezes or a hot, blazing sun that wrings the sweat from your brow.
No judgment -- each painting has a story to tell, and it represents your creation. Yes yours. The backdrop is constantly changing, like the kaliedoscoping fractals you showed us yesterday. How we choose to interpret that backdrop is our painting -- our co-creative offering to the universe.
And I love to see yours refelected in your pictures, and your words.
Thanks, Steve, for filling in the blank space with some good words of your own! Cool! Silence is a language all its own, unfortunately one that isn't easily shared via the internet.
There are a lot of questions floating around the universe, waiting for someone to ask them. One of those people would be me. As I ponder the Universe, God, Reality, it does not make sense to me that questions cannot be asked. Please join me in dancing the questions.
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Glorious!
A wordless sunset? Pat, I'm beginning to wonder ;-) But then I'm always wondering ;-)
In this one I see the cloudbank sliding eastward, portending a glorius day tomorrow. For whom? For all, of course.
For that is simply the backdrop -- the canvas and palette, oils and brushes. Now just what do you want to paint?
Dark, violent storms or warm, end-of-summer showers? Dazzling sunlight with refreshing breezes or a hot, blazing sun that wrings the sweat from your brow.
No judgment -- each painting has a story to tell, and it represents your creation. Yes yours. The backdrop is constantly changing, like the kaliedoscoping fractals you showed us yesterday. How we choose to interpret that backdrop is our painting -- our co-creative offering to the universe.
And I love to see yours refelected in your pictures, and your words.
Thanks, Steve, for filling in the blank space with some good words of your own! Cool! Silence is a language all its own, unfortunately one that isn't easily shared via the internet.
Yes, I think I can hear in the silence, the sound of creation itself. Thanks for reminding me to listen closely.
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