Monday, January 27, 2014

Nisqually Morning

It had to be them. It looks like they got in my old cigar box while I was sleeping and found the unwrapped crayon pieces I kept in there. It’s getting harder and harder to hide things. I wonder if I should tell them I’ve been saving those colors since I was their age. And -- from Lord knows where, maybe folded in the top of the busted out checker box – they managed to scrounge a big sheet of wrinkled but barely used blue-sky. Then they set to work. To their credit, they didn’t try to do anything fancy – a good eye, a chunk of Granny Smith Apple and a light touch was all they needed to draw an olive-violet mottled morning memory over the Sound.  I’ve never seen anything like it, but it sure looks familiar. My granddaughters colored the sky above Nisqually Reach this morning

January 26, 2014

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