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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

the last day of august

i have just let tolstoy out of his paddock, he is free to roam where ever he chooses on the farm, i am nervous. i have for the very first time this summer put on a strapless dress and i am okay about it, even though my arms are redicously large i still manage to feel feminine. i have filled a glass with ice, ginger ale and orange juice and pulled a new book from my shelves to read : the grapes of wrath" by steinbeck. Moments before all this i walked to the pond to check on the ducks and found five huge turkey vultures resting, i clapped my hands and they flew away both magnificent and frightening all at once. the birds they have not stopped singing and someone must have told the cardinals of my love for red for i have counted at least a dozen. I once did a design for a flower show of a flock of red cardinals flying over head as my way of saying this end of the world as we know it, i hope this not the case today. i have wanted september to come, yet i think it more the coolness of the fall that i am waiting for. but for today i will remain in the moment and let the moisture of the humid air rest on my bare arms as i turn the page...


Jean Bouchard said...

Je vois ce qu'un regard tendre doit voir, c'est-à-dire une sensualité d'été que prolongent les jours de chaleur, je vois ces discrets grains de beauté sur le haut de ton épaule clairement dénudée, et encore celui de ton cou. C'est un portrait magnifique. C'est la vie qui existe. Et tes cheveux foncés sur cette peau claire diraient l'abandon de quelques instants volés au temps qui passe.

Char said...

beautiful write - and now i have images of bare arms, flying birds and gingerale being sipped. all in all, all things i that would love too.