When Marissa Bridge and I came up with the weekly concept of combining her thirty-six paintings of one orchid’s bloomstalk, with my thoughts on life as I experience it, our first post, by chance, was March 21st, the Spring Equinox. As we near the end, the blossom’s color fades, and outside trees burn bright.
The same as many posts, today I was unsure of what I wanted to say. In trying to come up with something, I realized that thirty-six weeks is a nine month endeavor. The comfort in nearing the close of this commitment is the fact that both Marissa and I, together again, or alone, have new projects coming down the canal.