So the story goes

a stained glass window fell in love with an old oak tree.  The feeling was reciprocal.  

 

POV

Who is telling this story?  Who isn't listening?  Can a point of view ever be neutral?   Don't expect to get that answer from the news.  
 

What is the confluence of color and texture

trying to tell me.  Why am I not listening?  What story wishes to unfold?   

 

Negative and colorful

A new kind of stained glass.  A new kind of story? What is standing tall?  What is ready to sail?

 

I am drawn to the combination of blue and green

So above.  So below.  And every layer in-between. Remember, this is someone's story we are watching coalesce.

Shadows and light they siren

 Is the same story being told?  Of course, a good story has many scarves.  Some of them, floral.  

The simple object

is beautiful.  Spoon.  Two rose petals. A small clump of nasturtium.  And the combination, the gathering, exquisite.  Nothing less that the intersection of story and stillness.   
 

What story is being told?

What story did you hear?

 

Feathers

conversing with a cloudy sky.  What?   You don't believe me.  Well, simply make up your own story, and I can't wait to hear it.

The simple always holds story

is a landscape worthy of remembering.  Worthy of passing on. Worthy of stirring up a creative spirit. A simple trinity:  story, spoon, spirit/  

Perhaps through conversation

Perhaps through sharing food, story, images or word. Beauty binds our most gentle parts.  Breath.