This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath… —William Shakespeare A patch of bright pink, raining silk, golden shimmer, a gossamer dance. —C.L. Fisher, June 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
Color is my day-long obsession, joy, and torment. — Claude Monet A perfect palette— luscious lavender dresses and bright lemon moons. —C.L. Fisher, June 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
I walked past a sea of yellow laughter, the joy tangible enough to breathe, and I wished the whole world could gather these bright blooms, push them deep into pockets, a little sunshine to harken us back, just the way Zuzu’s treasured petals reminded George Bailey of his wonderful life. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021 UnlessContinue reading “Little Reminders”
Too often we hurry past a universe of beauty, depths just waiting to remind us that we live on a remarkable planet amid an astounding variety of created life. There is art in places we never think to look, there is loveliness that you must pause to see, so still your being and perceive theContinue reading “The Depths We Miss”
You made the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows when to set. —Psalm 104:19, NLT It hasn’t felt all that different yet. We’ve only just waded into the lapping waves of 2021, barely getting our feet wet. It felt so long getting here — I think we all let out a collectiveContinue reading “Still Rising”
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well. — Psalm 139:14, NKJV It looked like green rain, a driving pelt against a lonely but steadfast flower determined to hold its place. The next frame held unicorn tracks through a thick forest,Continue reading “Enchanted”
You don’t have to travel far to travel well. There is a whole world waiting when you step outside and look. Creation is an endless marvel just waiting to be explored. A pebbled path with tufts of long grasses waving me forward, a side step of silver hoof prints leading left, a stone pad upContinue reading “Welcome”
“Normal is a paved road; it’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow.” — Vincent Van Gogh We put too much stock into uniformity, conforming ourselves to what society calls normal; we limit our ideas of what is beautiful — in lips, hips, eyes, skin; pattern, color, art, music; we cast our gaze toward aContinue reading “Look”