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All morning we enjoyed one of those silvery gray skies that winter brings, and then the sun emerged for afternoon. Just as the blossoms on my red azalea bush are fading, the white azalea next to it has produced a single flower, and it was quite vivid in the bright sunlight. It stood out even as dusk fell, and I expect it will be noticeable even by moonlight.
The moon is rising now, its light filtered by pine trees. These particular trees provide me with my favorite moonrise of the year, but I remember it being much clearer when my eyesight was better. The scene grows more impressionistic each year. Now even the shadows of the pine branches cast on the back wall of my house are less distinct than I remember them. Thus far my failing sight has not diminished the pleasure of seeing them, though. In a way the world grows more interesting as it gets blurrier.
I sometimes feel as though I'm slowly receding into a painting by Renoir. Maybe someday I'll merge with one of those people he painted, and I'll see the world I've left as though in a frame. Look for me if you ever visit the Louvre.
( Sunday Verse )
The moon is rising now, its light filtered by pine trees. These particular trees provide me with my favorite moonrise of the year, but I remember it being much clearer when my eyesight was better. The scene grows more impressionistic each year. Now even the shadows of the pine branches cast on the back wall of my house are less distinct than I remember them. Thus far my failing sight has not diminished the pleasure of seeing them, though. In a way the world grows more interesting as it gets blurrier.
I sometimes feel as though I'm slowly receding into a painting by Renoir. Maybe someday I'll merge with one of those people he painted, and I'll see the world I've left as though in a frame. Look for me if you ever visit the Louvre.
( Sunday Verse )
