November is gray and black, damp, cold. Short days of low sunlight, mixed with clouds. Long nights growing increasingly colder. It's the time of year I think (almost) all movies choose to depict funerals--black tree limbs, black coated people holding black umbrellas silhouetted against gray clouds, gray tombstones, the dark, damp earth.
Quick, let's look at it another way!
The simple shapes of those leafless tree branches sway back and forth in the wind,
sometimes cradling a bird so obvious,
so beautiful in its starkness.
The wide open spaces call for a game of touch football
or cartwheels and laughter.
Suns of orange, pink, purple rise up in the mornings,
large glowing orange circles gently roll up over the horizon
to change to paper white moons of autumn.
There is a clarity. There is quiet.
LIght the lamps.
This is a time to recharge, renew, and rest,
prepare for the long summer days ahead.
These are the words of my wonderful husband. No, he's not a book reviewer, but his words must be taken with some credibility as he rarely reads my posts. That wasn't fair --let's say he reads one in seven? So, his reading the book was as though he was seeing much of it for the first time--fresh, honest eyes taking it all in... just a teensy bit biased.
To be honest, I love to help other people market their work/themselves, but for myself, it is a mighty challenge. The best way I have found is to "share". Share work, process, thoughts and hope you find it inspiring. The book does have a great feel, in your hands, pouring over it, feeling 3+ year's seasons, colors, compositions, words from many artists, poets, writers, not just my own. I honestly wish I could just give you all one to thank you for following me! Self publishing 170 color pages is expensive, but I truly think you'll savor it.