Last week I thought about how you change as a person over the years. I was noticing that running was still part of who I am, but now I realize it hasn’t always been that way. I’ve only seen myself as a runner the last 15 years or so. When I think about art though, that has been me for as long as I can remember.
Sometimes it’s funny where inspiration strikes. This morning we were picking weeds out back where they grow a bit wild. Everything is mostly green right now, but suddenly colors in the tree of heaven stood out to me. I have my high school art teacher, Mrs. Danhelka to thank for that. She taught me how to look closer to see colors you wouldn’t initially guess are there. I saw some really deep purples in the smallest leaves and enjoyed the visual harmony of it all. Maybe I’ll create something with those colors.
Today’s reading
Poem: Dandelion by Ted Kooser
Essay: Bidders of the Din by Eric Borsuk
Short Story: The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County by Mark Twain
It’s fun that today’s poem dealt with weeds. The essay was about life in prison but there was a part where the author was surprised that his artist friend made a magazine collage while in solitary confinement. I couldn’t find any art or weeds with the jumping frogs.
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