Summer Has Left The Building (stage right)

November 13, 2014

I know now that Summer has left the building. Winter is about to turn onto our street, park in front of our house and knock on our door with long curled icy fingers. I am never ready for these changes. I relish in what I have gotten use to. Then when I have finally adapted, the change takes place.

When I paint a mural I get used to the location and schedule. I get used to the wall surface and the plants and bugs. I get used to bringing supplies and the route most easiest to take there and home. I take notes. I meet the locals. Then it is over. Time to go home, reorganize and move on to the next project. Adapt.

I painted these flowers yesterday as ‘One last salute to summer.’ May you forever bloom in our minds and may we all live healthy lives until next sunny growing season. The ripe fruit sweetens past the point of no return and the seeds fall into the cold earth.

(Have you ever listened to how great the guitar solo by Don Felder is at the end of  I Can’t Tell You Why?

– kyle