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Not sure this nasturtium leaf is emerald, Pantone’s Color of the Year for 2013, but I think it is a lovely shade of green just the same.  And it is very tasty, in fact peppery, sprinkled on top of salads. 😉

That was the word that came to mind after I downloaded this image.  A bit imperfect but somehow it felt wrong to delete it.

… it was an impulse buy.  I had traveled to my local grocery store with a  specific list of items to purchase.  Prickly pears were not on that list.  And yet as I passed by that basket of fruit …

… I guess the overhead lights struck the skin in such a way that I was reminded of iridescent glass.  How could I resist such a display?

And yes, if I look close enough, I still see stars in a night sky.  Perhaps an aurora. 😉

a child did wander through the stars …

how he traveled I don’t know …

all I know is the beauty he saw …

dazzling lights and colors true, representing every hue …

then one day he saw a world, big and blue with oceans dark …

down he went unto the land to wander lost upon the sands …

until he came upon a man

to whom he shared his many sights

one day that man would write a book

that is how I know that

in a galaxy far away

a child did wander among the stars

and maybe he still does

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Editorial note:  These words came to me a a song as I was trying to figure out a way to share the above images (which are of ice on windows).  Since I can’t read or write music, I can’t really tell you how the song…

… but sometimes, it is.  This day’s activity began with a desire to start sending out holiday cards.  Inspired by recent interactions with children of all ages and with artists from many different backgrounds, I decided to err on the side of curiosity and creativity.  For a while I had been wondering if I could transform one of my postcards (a simple stand of trees) into holiday stationery.   Today I decided to go for it.  I searched my supplies for white glitter to mimic snow upon dark branches but all I could find was gold glitter and a little blue, a bunch of old papers and stickers, some scissors and a bit of glue.  And so …

In the end, I expect I will send them to my youngest friends and family (or those who are quite young at heart), and who do not mind a bit of sparkle in…

Traveling by foot to the Mystic River can be a bit harrowing from where I live.  There’s nothing like crossing a major highway, at a legitimate pedestrian crossing, without a crosswalk signal.  But when you reach the river, it is worth it.

Not a rainbow but …

… I was taking a shortcut through the Boston Public Library, making my way from the Boylston Street entrance to the Dartmouth Street side.  Of course I had to pause for a quick browse of the New Arrivals shelf.  That’s where I saw the deed take place.

It would be easy to assume that the old man was homeless, one of the many who frequent the building.  His clothing was bedraggled to say the least and his beard more than a bit unkempt.  His brown skin was weathered into the proverbial leather.  Despite apparent age, there was an almost childish bright light in his rheumy eyes.  While he walked with the aid of a battered metal cane, there was a spryness to his step as he made his way across the room.  But, I have to admit, I noticed none of these details until later…