Washed Earth: a mosaic contest
Slow down a minute, my friend, and ponder with me in color.
photo via Jenny Allsorts, author unknown
Rain splatters on fallen leaves, making old things shine as new. The earth is washed in light, in water, in fiery color, until the neutrals too do sparkle. I see brown and gray. I see warmth and chill. When is the end of things so lovely?
wet leaves, owl, flying geese, nature scene
Tranquility. Abundence. The warmth of a hearth and home. Welcome, welcome autumn!
It's a time for staying in, comforted by the cloth or yarn as it works in the hands. Or, a time for going out, breathing in the newly crisp air. We savor each lingering moment of light.
This autumn I see soft, washed colors - not too saturated, not too loud. They peak out from behind a myriad of fascinating "plains", so that each shade of creamy white, dusky gray and pillowy brown takes on a reflected hue.
And the rain always makes me smile.
this Mosaic Contest is now closed.