Something Beautiful is a 2013 self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of the year.
Today Beethoven died. Robert Frost and I were born. I celebrate the second greatest gift I’ve been given. After Philip and Thomas, I am most grateful for a creative voice. Something truly beautiful. Something that transforms life from the mundane to the adventure. From the bland to the delicious. From the ordinary to the sublime.
In celebration, I share a watercolor and the poem that came with it. Not just a representation of the voice I was given, but proof that something beautiful can come from a time of great trial and tumult. This is Maggie’s Oak and much more.
And summer left a paradise
Of softened reds and greys and greens
I could not help but take them in
And capture them before the ice
I was a sentinel it seems
And eyes for those who could not see
The color hiding on the edge
Like glints of gilt upon a ream
I saw the hues, the commons spoke
It was too easy — this I know
I painted all the ones that hid
And what emerged was Maggie’s oak.