Autumn Bouquet
No longer are there any signs of colorful Fall around in Ohio. It is time for the snows to fly. But above are some of the last of autumn’s blooms. They added glory to the tables of our celebrations of Jubilee.
Try to Remember
Only one long lifetime ago, homes in America looked like this…maybe a wall map instead of a flatscreen. We interface with electronics almost continuously today; it is good to remember that we are still very much in need of “the quiet life” where thought and reflection can emerge without static. I took photos of an early American historic village in Connecticut for this painting.
Saint Kateri Takakwitha
At age 12 I remember entering the printed pages of Kateri’s Mohawk life and her serious gift of life to God. Though she lived in the 1600’s , we know a good part of her history, because of the Jesuit missionaries who recorded it in letters and reports as they labored among her people. Young as I was, she captured my imagination. She was an American, a flower of the land, and at the time I was reading my library book, she was known as “Venerable Kateri”. On October 21, a few weeks ago, the Church, elevated her title to “Saint”, and with the Church I celebrate the solemn and public proclamation. In her own time among her own people, she was called the “Lily of the Mohawks.” I so look forward to meeting her one day.
Flower Tent (Last Stage)
Now the painting comes into more developed focus. It is still an impressionistic rendering without spelling out all the tiny details, and the flowers provide much color to their home beneath the tent top.
Flower Tent (First Stage)
Traveling through Madison, Connecticut one morning, I came upon this young woman, setting out her flowers for a Saturday of sales. It was late July, and all the late season flowers were in brilliant display. This is the rough, block-in of the flower tent where she was at work.
