Purple Glimpses

December 25, 2015.  Today has been overcast and grey, mimicking traditional Christmas weather.  No coats needed, though.  The Ruellia appears to be celebrating this longer-than-typical growth season with an abundance of blooms – significant enough to send me back inside for the camera.  It is Christmas – I’ll count this as Mother Nature’s gift.





December 16, 2015.  Startled by the contrast added to the green grass I was tromping through, I stopped for a single leaf glowing up at me.  It must have blown across the busy street from a nearly-bare ornamental pear tree.  I picked the leaf up, brought it home, and later (still fascinated with its brilliance on an otherwise dull day) decided to photograph it, savor it, even if I can’t quite explain why it stirs me so.

I’d like to have such a burst of beauty right before my ultimate shriveling.






December 4, 2015.   I am spinning with the heart-breaking understory of a young mother compelled to sacrifice herself for a cause she deemed greater than her own baby – left with grandmother on her way to kill and be killed.  Compassion for the child comes easily.  As for the mother? Much tougher.   Yet nevertheless a little peace crept in while observing the Chiapas sage in first rays of sunshine.  I don’t know the hows to stem violence, defensiveness, distrust.  But I feel certain hate and relaliation are counterproductive.  I won’t go there.