when I think there is usually a topic. today there was none. I just let them all come, and stay for as long as they wanted to. this means they were trivial. I didn't really expect that many would come, so I was surprised by the outcome.
I thought of how I love colors. I am so very glad that they are not people. you see, I get infatuated by them so easily. If they were people, I would be in trouble. one minute, after looking at my umbrella, I would be completely and utterly in love with purple. We would be so very happy together for those few, fleeting moments. But sooner or later, I would inevitably look down at my shoes, and be taken almost immediately by their green-ness. I would be so torn. I love them both but knowing that I could never have both, I would have to break one of there hearts. And then, no matter which I chose, I would never be at peace, because of that blue car that I passed...
You can see how this would really be a bad thing for me.
I also thought how sometimes...right now, anyway, it's good to be...how I am, I guess. Just having options. I'm not Mark Twain, but I can write. I'm not Duke Ellington, but I can play music. I'm not Rembrandt, but I can paint. Obama can't say that. He is the president, and everybody knows that, and that's what he is. He doesn't have much of a choice any more. another thing he can't say, is that nobody hates him. Now I could be wrong, but as far as I know, nobody hates me. That is a very nice thing.
I wish I could adequetly portray the beauty that I saw all around me today, but this is a blogg....
So hear are some pictures.













I liked this post a lot, Beth.
ReplyDeletethistle is so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteespecially in that picture
i love colors too.
man Beth, this is deep.
Deep and Beautiful
I wish i knew heavenly adjectives...
It is quite nice not to be hated.
ReplyDeleteAnd even nicer to realize, every once in a while, that you are loved.
And I really love/appreciate/find interesting how you described the beauty of options.