A Crimson Remembrance

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,… — from *In Flanders Fields by John McCrae The lime from fallen mortar, a remnant from when too many  young men died fighting another war that became remembrance, fed the poppies in Flanders Fields, and the red, a deep red tinged in black, in rows and rows ofContinue reading “A Crimson Remembrance”

Hued Memories

I’ve been dreaming in florals, swirling petals, long and elegant stems that sway in some far away garden, hints of darkened blossoms  taking shape, hued memory awakening me to paint. —C.L. Fisher, September 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributedContinue reading “Hued Memories”