Almost Blue

Comeback Yet to Be © Catherine Rutgers 2013What is the moon doing to us? Waning in the depths of winter, the cold ungraced with snow. Come back, soft and frosty blanket. Please don’t leave us sloshing in the rain. Come back, your lightness, capricious orb, once so splendiferous. Please don’t leave us stranded in the pangs, no matter how exquisite, of Elvis, as in Costello, circa Imperial Bedroom.

In 2008, I had a dream that inverted a recurring, anxious theme. Stuck in a taxi, traveling the wrong way. Panic! And the driver was always oblivious. But this time, for the first time, I noted the error calmly and the driver said “no problem” – and turned around in the right direction. Glimmers of equilibrium restored. Hidden and powerful moon, your devotee wants you back.

Entering the Cave © Catherine Rutgers 2013Protected © Catherine Rutgers 2013Deeply Orchid © Catherine Rutgers 2013At the Stroke of Magenta © Catherine Rutgers 2013Expecting April © Catherine Rutgers 2013Internal Feather © Catherine Rutgers 2013Rescued © Catherine Rutgers 2013Bicubic Space © Catherine Rutgers 2013Mirage © Catherine Rutgers 2013Original art by Catherine Rutgers © 2013

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7 Responses to Almost Blue

  1. Funny how powerful dreams are in helping us grow. Beautiful images!

  2. Martha Brown says:

    Gorgeous images! (particularly Expecting April and Deeply Orchid).

    • Good morning, Martha, and so good to get your comment! Looking at April and Orchid, it just strikes me that they’re similar in their tangle of leaves, the first from an ailanthus tree, the second, a philodendron. Of the whole lineup, I think my favorite is the last one, Mirage (you might recognize the source painting from a good friend of ours dining-room wall).

  3. Thanks for the likes, Bzebza and oneanna65!!

  4. Susan Scutti says:

    Cat, sorry we got interrupted. I love the B&W photo of the tree intermingled here among the “almost blues”… I think your text at the beginning reads like a prose poem, it’s just beautiful and rich (like fudge).

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