Wednesday, June 22, 2011

No artist can come close

There it was spread out before me. A glorious carpet in vivid hues of red, flame and green. It drew the eye in, encouraged it to trace curves, then threw it out again. The pattern was deceptive; did it repeat, did it not? You could gaze at it for hours, and not see enough of it. Can anything be more beautiful than the canvases painted by Nature, I wondered.
A gentle breeze hit the stream. Threw a blanket of silver ripples over the water. The carpet disappeared under the cloak of silver. No artist can come close to Mother Nature.

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Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

As in no one can paint a picture like God?

Laura M. Campbell said...

I can get lost in nature. Watching everything breathe with no influence from me is fascinating.

Jemi Fraser said...

Lovely! Mother Nature is brilliant! :)

Faith Pray said...

And I love that Nature is in a constant state of change, so that what makes me gasp with delight one moment is hidden the next, dancing shadows and light, colors that deepen and fade even as they are tasted and felt in wind and warmth.

dipali said...

Awesome photograph!


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