Jewel toned blown glass fruits and veggies are highlighted within a bright room in contrast to the cloudy sky and gray river views outside this window. This is such a cheerful focal point! Spots of color from this glassware as well as lights from the room are reflected in this old, scratched window. Sparks, flashes, scratches and highlights make for an interesting texture all blended onto a white fragmented border. Let this image be a reminder that we all can have ‘rainbows’ in our lives when we create vignettes of beauty to catch our gaze…
“Beauty is its own excuse for being.” from The Rhodora by Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Canon EOS REBEL T1i, Canon Zoom Lens EF-S 18-55mm.
Edited in Corel Paint Shop Pro.
Location: Berkshire area, western Massachusetts (USA).
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This image is the cover for a CALENDAR called Memorable Moments ~ Worth a Revisit (click to view)
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from Early Poems of Ralph Waldo Emerson(1899)
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,
To please the desert and the sluggish brook.
The purple petals fallen in the pool
Made the black water with their beauty gay;
Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool,
And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, dear, that, if eyes were made for seeing,
Then beauty is its own excuse for Being;
Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
I never thought to ask; I never knew;
But in my simple ignorance suppose
The self-same power that brought me there, brought you.