I watched the dawn sky go from grey to pink and rose to orange. But when I went out to take a picture for you, the camera just didn’t capture it. It’s like making art. Sometimes a concept comes that seems so incredible and right and yet the colors and shapes and textures just won’t come together from the materials. I guess that’s why it’s so amazing when it does.

Evanescent, like cosmic energy. You know it’s there, you can feel it, be empowered by it. But when you try to grasp it, hold onto it or really characterize it…it’s gone.

I felt so alone this morning. Is that the burden and the blessing of each day, of each individual? The strength that resides only in this one moment of reality…

and this one…

and this one.

Strength comes from within. Alone.

I’m still working on decoupage.

I have this wonderful bowl.

And I had a basket full of pinecones that took a whole day to disassemble into individual petals.

They are the most amazing microcosm of texture!

So now I’m putting them together.

Pinecone petals under glass.

I’ll let you know how this all works out next time.