After

Saturday, February 7, 2009

After The Rain: Canon Rebel XT

After the rain, the sky seems to celebrate. The clouds shine metallic hues and reach their arms across the great expanse. I want to eat up the ice cream clouds and fill my belly with the light rays from it's great reach. These are fleeting moments, like the last few moments of a sunset, or sunrise. I remember hearing a story in which Maxfield Parrish was criticized for using unrealistic colors in his paintings. I never understood that story. For all one need do, is take a walk outside and glance heavenward during the great transitions of the day to see his reality. Indeed, they are fleeting, but always visible to the naked eye.

The gray clouds are overtaking the stunning morning sky, and we are readying for another downpour. I am glad it is the weekend and my loved ones have little to do and limited driving. I feel better when they are safe at home.


Rain

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

Shel Silverstein

2 comments:

Between Hitching Posts said...

stunning thanks for sharing!

Liz said...

Beautiful Parrish blue. Nothing else like it.