A taste of home, a journal of metaphor and muse, flavored with wit and watercolor
"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.
Autumn afternoons are cool and bright these days, clouds floating overhead, a path before us as we take in the passing of another year. Alone in our thoughts perhaps, but you can't help but be aware of a larger creation where all life is both sacred and simultaneous. What you see, smell and hear reveals a universe linked as one organism, but as fleeting as the seasons and afternoon shadows. As the years go by, I'm more than aware of the multiple metaphors of a solitary afternoon autumn walk.