A long time ago, I heard a poet (Jim Hazard, of Milwaukee) say that he was walking down the street one day and he saw three yellow pillows sitting in a window. It struck him as beautiful, as things sometimes do, and at that moment he envied painters, because if he were a painter he could just(!) paint a picture of it and it would speak for itself. He wouldn’t have to explain it.
I was walking down an alley in my town the other day, an alley I often walk down, and a girl I often see playing outside her house was looking out of one the windows. She was wearing a green mask. I don’t know why. I don’t need to. Sometimes you see something that doesn’t need any help from words to be a picture.
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…and a pink shade.
oh, yes!
She’s obviously contemplating the mysterious world, both outside and inside her house…. (very cool picture and it could be a character who might want her own story – just sayin’)
a myriad of mysterious possibilities . . .
Hi Lynne! Your mother just gave me a lovely gift – a copy of Seed By Seed! It’s absolutely beautiful. I was also really happy to stumble upon your website – love the blog posts! Once again, I will be reading Criss Cross with my 7th graders this year. Thanks for sharing your creativity with the world!
~ Amy Sarno (my mother is Robin Strand)
Hi, Amy, good to hear from you!