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FRIDAY PHOTO FINISH: Seeing Red

“Red is the great clarifier – bright and revealing. I can’t imagine becoming bored with red … it would be like becoming bored with the person you love.” Diana Vreeland (1903-1989), American fashion editor and columnist..

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a rose and a bee

a rose and a bee
not unlike you and me
in our sweet symbiosis
the hint of heaven scent

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© 2014, poem and photographs, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved

Calling all poets and writers: Writers’ Fourth Wednesday is tomorrow

The Church in Auvers-sur-Oise (1890) by Vincent  van Gogh (1853-1890), Dutch post-Impressionist painter
The Church in Auvers-sur-Oise (1890) by Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890), Dutch post-Impressionist painter

Each month on the fourth Wednesday, novelist, poet and writing coach, Victoria C. Slotto, presents a prompt on The Bardo Group blog.

Tomorrow’s discussion involves reaching into the artist’s tool box to use “color, line, shape, space, texture, perspective, balance, contrast, movement, form, pattern, value, emphasis, rhythm and unity.”

Won’t you join us? Mister Linky will stay open for seventy-two hours so that you can link in your own work. Victoria and I will visit and comment. We hope that you will visit other poets and writers to read, comment and encourage.

I look forward to seeing you at The Bardo Group blog tomorrow. Until then, blog on …

In the black acres of the night, I dream of herbs …

Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Parks and ponds are good by day;
I do not delight
In black acres of the night,
Nor my unseasoned step disturbs
The sleeps of trees or dreams of herbs.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1802-1883), Poets of the English Language (Viking Press, 1950), American transcendentalist, essayist, poet and lecturer

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I’ve grown herbs randomly on the properties we’ve owned over the years, not without great joy, but the thing that often lighted the “acres of night” for me was the dream of an herb garden outside our kitchen. The days for that are past – and that’s okay – but still I went today for a short class delivered by two Master Gardeners at San Mateo Arboretum’s Kohl Pump House, which is a part of the park that my apartment cum writing-studio overlooks. It was pure delight.

2014, photos, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; Photos taken with a Moto G smart phone.