I was traveling along a back road in New Hampshire a couple of days ago looking for the elusive pocket of autumn color. I was low on gas and pulled into a gas station that was self serve, but you had to know how to pull up the handle on the pump, watch the flaps of numbers flip over, and then pay inside...a bit down the road I spied a couple of very young lovers just getting out of their car to look at a particularly lovely colored tree...she came to him with her arms outstretched and reaching for his shoulders and he was there to greet her as they turned to look on what tree they had found which I was sure was colored with rose-tinted glasses.
"The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place; from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web." Pablo Picasso
Always remember - Follow the Yellow Brick Road, it will lead you to the Emerald City and OZ A very nice place to be. Trust me on this one, I live there. The Lion **** MY CAEDES GALLERY****Another Site I'm AT - MY DA HOME PAGE
This reminded me of that.
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