Do people still lie on their backs and watch the cloud patterns as they slowly move across the sky? If not, they miss some of the most diverse patterns available to us. By just using our creativity to imagine what they might represent can add to the pleasure of a delightful summer afternoon. To me, piles of large, white fluffy ones are great bowls of mashed potatoes. All the other types take on their own identities in turn.
But patterns are all around us. Watch the swirling patterns of water, ever changing, both in color and speed. They are by nature, rounded shapes, and cooling, while blazing tongues of fire in a fireplace or pit can be spiked and somewhat intinidating, and of course hot.
The patterns of leaves on the ground, especially when a wispy, slightly agitated breeze drifts through, can be mesmerizing. I have done many paintings simply from those patterns, which always remind me of the day and the feeling I had when I painted them.
Though I could not acquire them, the patterns of the old Roman roads remain in my head.
Rocks and shells are loaded with patterns. Wherever you happen to be in the world, mountains, by the sea, or in your own backyard, rocks and shells inspire you. I have gathered them both from wherever I have been, and again, they evoke memory.
Feathers are my “thing”, and dear friends collect and send them to me to enclose in notes I send. Others have gifted me with feather jewelry which I dearly love. I am not a birder, I don’t really know much about different types of birds, but if I am stumped, my wildlife biologist grandson can always help me out! Maybe someday I will explore that more thoroughly. Meanwhile, the patterns on each different feather are fascinating.
Hey, it’s a lovely summer day. Go lie on your backs and count clouds!