So I have been feeling all CREATIVE these past few weeks... writing poetry, producing random gestural studies in watercolor, all that good junk.
Here are some of the fruits of my labors.
One evening Belinda put on some classical music and curled up on the foutoon. I painted on the floor.
The whole family went camping this weekend in western MA and the trees were dripping with fiery hues.
I was struck by the beauty, but also the transience, the impermanence of it.
The last night, we went to the summit for a chilly autumn sunset, the brilliant finale of the earth's day before these glowing embers faded to cool twilight, silhouetting the layers of mountain and cloud in a gradient of shadow.
And then the next morning, after a weekend of ups and downs, joys, memories, and laughter, (and one or two hissy fits), we all went our separate ways.
It makes me wonder - is beauty always intimately and inextricably tied to TIME?