Sunflowers make me sooo happy.
They follow the sun, turning their faces upward and twisting to watch it.
They are strong, never needing man-made support, a testimony to evolution.
Their colors are brilliant and clear.
Strength, clarity, ever hopeful, focusing on the heavens, planted in the ground.
Last of the year, these went into three cobalt blue vases.
I keep meaning to paint them but I am so low on time.
Someday…
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Nice!
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Thanks!
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I always think of them as being so very human, with their bobbing, turning heads.
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Me too. On our way to SF once, in fall, we passed a field of sunflowers that appeared to have looked to the East one more time and all died together, head’s bowed. Looked like old people praying…
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That’s a visual poem. I won’t forget it. Thank you!
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Thank you so so much!
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