The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal against a sky of weathered tin. The land lay bled of its colors. The nights lengthened, went darker, brightened in their clustered stars. The chilled air smelled of woodsmoke, of distances and passing time. Frost glimmered …
There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it. ~Minnie Aumonier
(what’s going on in my kitchen: dishes needing doing, bananas, birthday present for a friend, math homework) I’ve been playing with a few new (to me) apps for my phone trying to find a replacement for the soon to be disbanded Picnik. I could yak on and on about how disappointed I am about Picnik’s …
Some of you have asked where did I get the guitar poster on Kellen’s wall? The art was a photograph taken by me. Here’s a link to download the original size. I used picnik.com to blow it up into a poster.
stars at night, originally uploaded by Kathleen Rear. Old photo new photo shop treatment.
Kathleen Rear 