A wee bit, just wrote by Arletta

It’s not enough to even post as a rough draft, so I am posting it here, instead of in writing. I just wrote this (11-07-2010) rather quickly, and inspired by reading that Claire Danes (who seems to have gotten better looking, again!) is the daughter of a painter and a photographer.

Mind you, it is not about her, but, inspired by her photo and this wee bit of knowledge of her. That, and, just that I needed to write something that was not a blog, not silly, not romantic angst.

It was only natural that this little being should be a tiny parcel of sheer beauty, born of parents whom had spent so much of their lives – the mother a painter, the father a photographer – drinking in beauty with their eyes. You are what you eat, and did they not devour the glory of earth, nature, world, and each other with their gaze? So it was that this beauty, twinned, came together, and developed in the womb of the woman, sparked by the effluvium of the man, an original work of art, not quite oil painting, not quite super model, but, most definitely, truly, beauty in the eye of her beholders.

Yes, even when collicky.

Mmm hmm. Even at 3 a.m, as they paced the floor, wondering how so much badness could come out of either end, but, most especially, both ends at once, of such a teeny, tiny miniature portrait of love.