Caspar David Friedrich, The Morning

Stroll through soft cloud blossoms

cold rain and light

joined in poetry, nature’s songs

carrying rhythm from the deep

of ancient and always,

~climbing with the sun~

I wander,

linger with spirits the color of dusk

and if I sing of if,

sing with me in harmony,

following the moon.

Caspar David Friedrich, The Evening

I think the Oracle knew that I needed a break yesterday. Even though I tried every set of tiles, she would not give me a message. She finally decided I was ready late in the day, when I started this, but then I got interrupted by a phone call. Here’s the puente–it’s mostly her, but there’s a bit of collaboration. I chose the paintings afterwards.