One of my favorite things to do in the fall is to go out in the morning for a walk and watch the clouds'children,that is, the myriads of pools in the fields and the streets.
I can stop at each one of them without getting tired of it. What a perfect quintessence of our valley they are, reflecting things earthly and heavenly alike.
Those in the country roads demultiply the vast fields and the light from above, a mosaic of mirrors, that at sunset turn into incandescent volcano craters.
In town, around Pioneer Park there is one below Rainbow bridge that has all the qualities of a high gloss abstract mixed media painting: dirt, sand, gravel, and the water reflecting the vermillion red bridge and the sky in broken patches.
Further on the street that bends below the park, another one is just a tiny lake perfectly reflecting a fir tree, making me think of Canada and Emily Carr's paintings.
No need to travel or spend money, the world is right here at your feet, and Art and Beauty are everywhere.
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