Georgia Okeefe understood the beauty of bones. Here in the Oregon valley coridor we have plenty of bones— tree bones. I love studying tree bones throughout the winter.
Trees are graceful and their branches are like arms outstretched in a dance. I find them to be very inspiring. As if they are giants planted in the ground, each having a distinct attitude. This favorite sycamore tree in my neighborhood is so regal, like an elephant wildly calling out for a friend.
So winter has inspiration for me. On my walks I merely have to look past the gray rainy mist to see the dancing lady, the opera star, the yoga instructor, the neat-nick, the gnarled storyteller, the 50 foot woman, the bad hair day, and the calling elephant.
Have an imaginative day ~ Karen
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