On my Saturday walk, I tried a new filter on my camera that reminded me of old bright photos of my youth. It is amazing how color affects our senses. MJ and I discussed later in the afternoon what color we wanted to paint our front door. As I have snaped thousands of photos I am keenly aware of the Sun’s effect on the finished product.

We live on a majestic work of fine art. Artists become experts in En plein air painting which is painting outdoors. En plein air enables the artist to capture the changes in weather and light.

What if our animal friends are smarter than we think? They watch as we humans attempt to dominate and subdue them and our mutual home. As we strive to obtain the political power that will place our party and us at the zenith of the mountain they wonder as the parking attendant in Philedelphia told me, ‘What you crying about Man.’

We want to add to the story of life and for our part to be recorded as a major character. The deer fox squirrels and birds are happy with their role. They would be content playing the tambourine if they were in a band.

Jimmy Buffett was continually searching for his lost shaker of salt. He sang of the Caribbean and the peaceful beauty and lifestyle. So fully did he captivate the imagination of his fans that they created a facsimile of his music in their daily lives. Caribbean clothes and the barefoot look took them to their happy place. ‘He portrayed a lifestyle known as Island Escapism.’

Search we do for somewhere other than where we are. As my friend who had lived at the foot of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado said, she could see them out her living room window and soon they did not become so special. The old television commercial portrayed a harried mother saying Calgon Take Me Away…

We are inside the painting. So close that it is easy to forget we are a vital character in the fine art of the Earth.

Rich we are but poor in spirit. Looking for Armageddon and preparing for the end of the world. Focused on the protection of me and mine and no time to think of all of the others.

Protest we do for our rights as Americans. Our native clan sings in the chorus. We will return our country to God as he sits next to us taps our shoulders and says…times up…