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But seeing that little watercolour palette, with it’s dot of blue pigment, along with a new paint brush, washed those blues away.
With supplies generously donated by the MacLaren Art Center, for us folks who have reached a certain age, and under the direction of one of their artists, via Zoom, my paper went from white to blue.
Hiking the Gibson Trail,
on a cold, crisp, autumn day.
Making the kind of memories
that don't fade away.
Most leaves have fallen,
others cling on tight.
Colours of nature,
shine through,
brilliantly bright.
Reds and greys,
Browns and blacks.
Healing berries,
of the beautiful sumac.
Trees.
Showing their beauty,
Inside, and out.
Remembering old memories.
Creating new memories.
Flowers on a log.
Prettiest of them all!