God help you if you are color blind. Get some rose colored glasses....
If you are not, thank God or your lucky star, because creation is color.
Blues, yellows, reds, hundreds of combinations and black. Actually black
is the absorption of all colors. Or is it the absence of color? Oh I don’t know!
I had better give this up.
"Now wait! You can’t start a blog like that! What in the world are you trying
Oh really, you want to know? I’ll get to the point.
Take the parking lot at work--not literally, the owner may not appreciate it.
The parking area is the most boring, drab place in the world. The grey asphalt,
with black cracks meandering down the center; hundreds of orange/yellow lines
painted on it, the green and yellow weeds down at the end; with some bright
yellow and purple wild flowers thrown
in to color the scene up a bit. Look at the autos parked here.
White, silver, burgundy, dark blue,
black, red, green, grey and one that can not be classified--it hasn’t been taken
No, a degree is not in my possession qualifying me to go on about color.
But I have spent thousands of hours mixing ink colors together.
Yes I am a printer, one that has laid
down every imaginable color of ink on paper.
But this has nothing to do about this blog! Although...maybe it does.
Creation is color! Life is color! A person only needs to have eyes to see
Life is filled with hues and pigments from the spectrum of life.
Admittedly dull greys and colorless shadows have dominated the
rainbows...it seems to me that life has been as colorless as the parking lot.
My eyes struggle to distinguish color.
Against a dark backdrop bright colors appear even brighter and so it is with
I haven't been inspired to write lately...but it ocurred to me the other day, that I have a bunch of old stuff, that I can post, so here's a sample of some writing from many years ago....
I will write nothing of consequence, because no one will
ever read this far.
This is quite distressful because in the past when I set out to write
nothing, it has turned into something.
That fact is
perplexing, because nothing
is what I’m best at.
I suppose the reason that I’m so good at nothing is because when I have
something I guard it closely, afraid of losing it.
I don’t worry about nothing, you can’t lose nothing...but in turn nothing becomes a cherished and highly regarded something. If you know what I mean.
The point is that nothing has to be something, because nothing is
Is it or isn’t it?
To be or not to be?
My youngest son went home today...home isn't here anymore.
He's off learning how to conquer the world, well kind of--if an artist can do that type of thing.
But it was really good to see him over the Christmas and New Years' holidays! I find myself thinking that I wish I could be more to him, help him more, give him more money. Maybe that would be nice, but ultimately it wouldn't help. The best thing we can do for our children after they are grown is to be there and encourage them. I love my sons and wish them the best, better than what I had.