warp & weft – that subtle fabric of life

After walking away from that glorious show of sunrise, I am surprised that my eyes are not blinded by the glare of the vibrant colors I have just seen. The wavy lines of the dried grasses

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draw my attention to the riot of subtle colors and textures. This view and these colors are as fleeting as the sunrise, this time after summer and before the

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draw out the life and flatten the texture

this is their time to shine.

All in that little distance between the lake and the parking lot.