Blue sky fading and clouds moving in.
I think it would be an insult to try to put too many descriptive words to these pictures. I took them a few days ago in my front yard before a big rain storm hit.
Oh, the clouds....the clouds, the clouds, the clouds!!!
God knows I try to throw away tin cans. I really do. When I open those cans of spaghetti sauce, or tomato sauce or green beans, I wash them out and try to toss them in the garbage. But I can't. I end up painting them and using them for my paint brushes, pens, watercolor pencils, scissors, and other assorted fun stuff. These are just a very few of my huge collection. I have a big basket of cans backed up for painting. Is that recycling or am I just a hoarder? Hmmmmm.......
This is my Muse of Writing. She was a gift from a Florida friend and I love her a lot. I have a piece of yellow electrical wire (my son-in-law, the electrician, gave me a part of a leftover roll...it really comes in handy) strung above my desk with inspirational stuff pinned on with tiny craft clothespins. I ran out of space on my desk and shelves, so I took to the air above. :-)
I bought the Pulitzer Prize winning book of poetry from which this poem comes, The Shadow of Sirius by W. S. Merwin. It's an amazing, moving, fabulous book of poetry which I highly recommend. And who of us hasn't known the black dog of night, age, depression, fear or despair?
Enjoy....
~*~Marion~*~
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By Dark
by W. S. Merwin
When it is time I follow the black dog
into the darkness that is the mind of day
I can see nothing but the black dog
the dog I know going ahead of me
not looking back oh it is the black dog
I trust now in my turn after the years
when I had all the trust of the black dog
through an age of brightness and through shadow
on into the blindness of the black dog
where the rooms of the dark were already known
and had no fear in them for the black dog
leading me carefully up the blind stairs.
from: The Shadow of Sirius.
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