atomism

atomism

The redbud drops its color consecrating the cracked ground for one hundred hours.  It's a quiet Springtime transfer, the sun's last blessing before sweltering months.  Witness this and you'll fast forward to the planting of emerald rye in October.
Today my window is open and I hear the high school marching band practicing (they sound good).  The team has a home game this Friday against a conference foe.  And my neighbor is rider-mowing his lawn after a couple weeks of rainfall.
North of my window: The Arkansas Arts Center will include two paintings of mine for their 45th Collectors Show & Sale in December.  And I've been fortunate enough to be welcomed into AQUACHROME, a contemporary watercolor exhibit at Manifest Creative Research Gallery of Cincinnati opening November 8.