Late Have I Loved You, Beauty So Ancient And So New

The common is alive with birds after last night’s rain. At play among the flower boxes, never spent, do they know that we are still celebrating Easter? 

To a bird’s eye up close a single flower must be an overwhelming expanse
of light and color . . . does a bird feel joy . . . how could they not?

 

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About Artist's Eye

Our family moved to the Community in 1990. While raising our two children here I've worked at Paraclete Press and have been involved with Fine Arts over the years. I love to paint, tell stories, and build puppets--a thirty foot whale and her baby for the Spirit of America Band Field Show was one of the funnest projects I've ever done!

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