Step into my world, where we can be in love with a million things that cross our paths. The flotsam and bric-a-brac and spikelets. Trash on the asphalt. And chocolates unfolded. These are the sights that soothe the soul, pique curiosity, make us take a keener look.
Believe it or not. Read closely and you will discover that “ice is food” and magic is alive in a field of poppies that look like they should have been leopard skin.
And wouldn’t we all like to feel that irregularities and shade variations are characteristic of our fabric, and in no way to be taken as defects. Here, everyone gets a reprieve. Except for the glaciers, arctic or otherwise. But that’s a another story, to be written by gadarene tempests raging in heat through the soil of our northwestern forests.
Seventeen visual treasures await your scroll. Cheers!
Catherine Rutgers © 2015
gadarene = headlong, spikelet = a small or secondary spike, specifically “one of the small few-flowered bracted spikes that make up the compound inflorescence of a grass or sedge” – a definition that is downright poetic. Thank you, Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, eleventh edition of bliss. One meaning of inflorescence, by the way, is “the budding and unfolding of blossoms.”