acrylic on paper, framed, image is 15"x 11" There is an incredible Japanese Maple growing in the courtyard of the lake house. In Autumn, looking up through its leaves at the sky and sunlight is surpassed only by seeing the ocean of red carpeting the stones below it when its leaves drift down. The ten days it takes for it to fill with fire is the high point of Fall for me. These kinds of small but enormously powerful experiences are the bones of living. They hold us up in the face of everything else. Like the words of a haiku poem they have the ability to fill us up with so little.
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