“The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence. The Ferris wheel, pricked out now in lights, revolved leisurely through the dusk; a few empty cars of the roller coaster rattled overhead.” F. Scott Fitgerald
“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is most adaptable to change.” Charles Darwin
A pair of iguanas atop a third mate, mugging for my camera at the pet store.
“There is no place like home.”
L Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
“The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and beauty in the world.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
“Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.”
It always draws controversy. I recall a neighbor glancing at the painting with the discerning eye of a collector remarking, “How in-ter-esting!” Love it or hate it, it hangs on my bedroom wall. This vivid, lively swirl of jade green, orange and blue with the upside down heart (my interpretation) The painting that brings the memory of my father closer to me than well, many memories themselves. He loved this painting. Just glancing at it brings him close to me again. We never knew where he bought it or who the artist. Likely, one of this beloved auctions or tag sales. They say scent is the strongest indicator of a memory yet for me, the visual of this painting is like going home, vividly.
The vividness of a garden flower in bloom
Every August we spend a week at a fly fishing club in Vermont for our family vacation. As our sons grow, we also enjoy the ritual of a new sweatshirt purchased at summer’s end for the upcoming Fall school year, compliments of Shaw’s General store. This past summer’s choice was a vivid yellow. I love the way it appears against the backdrop of the lake and a sunburned nose.
O, the red rose may be fair,
And the lily statelier;
But my shamrock, one in three
Takes the very heart of me!