On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

…eight peaceful new beginnings.

Nature's Iris

I lean in closer
Aperture compressed
I no longer see the landscape of the earth
A mural presents itself before me
and like a fragment magnified, rich and brilliant
My joys, my woes, moments of denial, struggle and beauty
Make deeper connections
Embedded in the vibrations and color
And my soul is revealed.

The eyes are the window of the soul  – English Proverb.

Pinnacle of My Eye

Oil on Canvas

“The voyage of discovery lies not in finding new landscapes,
but in having new eyes” – Marcel Proust.


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