Standing there in the middle of the street - quite literally - I attempted to count all the colors before me. This was impossible to accomplish for fear of traffic at some point. Then it hit me. This would be a great blog topic - how does an artist see things? How often do we stop and just admire what we see? What do the shapes created by cast shadows resemble? How many colors are in the drop of water from the sprinkler on the rose pedal? I am always stopping and taking photos of these little bits of beauty with my cell phone. Right then and there an inner commitment was made. Each day is a day to celebrate. Each day I will find something beautiful and share it through the eyes of an artist. So, today is my first day of sharing.
Here is the view that compelled me to stop the car and stand in the middle of the street like a fruit cake. The mountains in Southern California are gorgeous. It amazes me how different the colors are in the distance. This is caused by moisture in the air - atmospheric perspective (a topic for another post). The farthest hills are a deep blue while the next layer of hills are purple. Looking at this scene, one can feel the words "Purple Mountains Magesties" from the poem, America the Beautiful. Do you know...."Purple mountain majesties" refers to the shade of the Pikes Peak in Colorado Springs, Colorado, which, according to Wikipedia, inspired Bates to write the poem.
Life is a journey - be inspired everyday. Let beauty stop you in your tracks. Take a moment and enjoy all that surrounds you.