Morning Glory

I am enjoying a little vacation time in California. Painting is my “work” for these days, although it has been oppressively hot. The heat broke today, and a lot of energy returned! I am mesmerized by the beauty of creation, even in this drought. It occurs to me that the Creator, Whose work I feebly attempt to record, spoke everything forth with an infinite and eternal wisdom. No wonder each thing seems perfectly in place, in nature. It may be craggy, or even seemingly “malformed”, but it still fits. There is no hope that I could even “capture” the infinity in a blade of grass–much less a landscape full of them. But what bliss to try…