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The contemporary stained glass of www.westminsterabbey.ca in Mission, BC reflect the passing colours of the sky throughout the progression of the day, with light mauves and blues for dawn to this brilliant glow of reds and yellows at sunset.
As the water gently streamed over its next hurdle, it then divided, flowing in two distinct directions.
Came upon this peaceful scene while heading into Montana's back country, somewhere north of Highway 200, looking for a campground.
I liked the stream from this angle, and thought it would make a good painting - but the jury is out on my first attempt. The tree needs work.
I caught a glimpse of this little roadside rivulet as we were driving by on the Icefields Parkway in the Alberta Rockies. I've never seen anything quite like it - an amazing micro environment of colourlul mosses and lichens.
Normally contrails annoy me.....but on this occasion they nicely frame the pre dawn image of a tree reflected in the puddle formed by heavy rainfall.
Yellow Allamanda, a common tropical shrub by the roadside
Singapore
February 2022
"I couldn't hear the water, and Caddy opened the door.
'Why, Benjy.' she said. She looked at me and I went and she put her arms around me. 'Did you find Caddy again.' she said. 'Did you think Caddy had run away.' Caddy smelled like trees.
She smelled like trees.
'Come on, now.' Dilsey said, 'You too big to sleep with folks. You a big boy now. Thirteen years old. Big enough to sleep by yourself in Uncle Maury's room.' Dilsey said.
'You a big boy.' Dilsey said, '... Hush now, so you can go to sleep.' The room went away but I didn't hush, and the room came back and Dilsey came and sat on the bed, looking at me.
'Good night, honey.' Dilsey said. The room went black. Caddy smelled like trees.
We looked up into the tree where she was."
The Sound and the Fury
William Faulkner
This quotation is taken from the Benjy section of Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury. Faulkner frequently used stream of consciousness in his writing. In the Benjy section, the story is told through Benjy, who has a severe intellectual disability; he is pure and untainted by society, and while he is unable to talk he expresses his feelings through his imagination and sensations of the natural world. Benjy loves his sister Caddy, and Caddy is the only family member who shows genuine care and love towards Benjy. Benjy sees Caddy as his source of comfort and order. He does not distinguish between the past and the present and perceives time in a nonlinear way. Benjy's memory of losing Caddy was associated with him having to sleep alone at the age of 13. In Benjy's early memories of Caddy, he associates Caddy's innocence with the smell of the trees in which they used to play. When Caddy entered adolescence and tries to wear perfume and have relationships, she no longer smells like trees and loses her innocence. This throws Benjy's world into chaos, and he responds by moaning and crying.
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