The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway,
Thanksgiving comes again.
Endment: Small remnant, or end of a bolt of fabric
“I said to myself, I have things in my head that are not like what anyone has taught me - shapes and ideas so near to me - so natural to my way of being and thinking that it hasn't occurred to me to put them down.” ~ Georgia O'Keefe
“I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.”
“Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time - like to have a friend takes time.”
When we were living in the southwest there were many days when I could see nothing other than the sameness of the hill, the brown sand or the flat, flat field stretching out to a distant water tank or feed lot. O’Keeffe opened my eyes to a new view of the world. City blinders fell off and I began to see the colors — the wonderful breathtaking color of the landscape that surrounded me.
Words in italics are all quotes of Georgia O'Keeffe