Every morning, the Baroness plops her regal tush down and ponders. What could I possibly write today that makes any difference at all?
Some days, the words flow with ease and effortlessness. Other days, I sit. And sit. And as I sit, and begin to panic, and my eyes dart around the room in my charming distractable way, I always am, without fail, drawn like a magnet to this postcard which has been tacked to my inspiration board for years and years:
Some days, the words flow with ease and effortlessness. Other days, I sit. And sit. And as I sit, and begin to panic, and my eyes dart around the room in my charming distractable way, I always am, without fail, drawn like a magnet to this postcard which has been tacked to my inspiration board for years and years:
Child on Forest Road 1958
Photograph by Wynn Bullock
As I begin to get lost within the picture, my normally anxious nature quiets. One would think that the opposite would occur, given the enormity of the landscape versus the weensiness of the toddler. But no.
In a catalogue from one of his 2002 exhibits, there is a description that sums it up beautifully:
"...he presents humanity without sin in a
world without danger"
world without danger"
For an opportunity to view more of his work, go here.
As you wander through your day, may you discover wonder and exploration, nature and stillness.
