#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Autumn Graffiti : Digital Collage

Cool morning. No rain. I work on the new poem revision. I’m not frustrated. I’m inspired. After that, after Wave goes out, I am tempted to work on brush but I keep walking instead. I found a lot of inspiration on the walk over the trestle bridge. It’s easy to have a creative impulse. It’s easy to not follow it. I was taking a lot of photos this morning. There was so much to see and the colors were so rich around me. I felt like going home and trying to make a digital collage from today’s photos. But I didn’t think I should take up the time that could be spent on other things. Then my client canceled, and I thought, well that’s time I could use for an experiment. And so I did, and I had no idea what I was doing but I just played with my morning photos from my walk. And then I had one photo from my March trip to San Francisco that I knew needed to be in it. My scrub jay with the berry in its mouth wanted to fly into my Charles River collage. And I let him. And I had fun welcoming him in. And it didn’t take time away from working on a poem, really. I felt as if making the collage was a way of working on something I need for the poem that I don’t see or know with my conscious mind. My unconscious eye is seeing and expressing something. A necessary shift. Then I had my Israeli group. Always deep sharing. And food shopping in the afternoon. Then an autumn impulse to cook and I made a nice dinner for me and Frank. No Wave here today. And I had one more happiness on my walk this morning. The wild turtlehead flower blooms in August into September along the trail in a few places and I have been looking forward to seeing it for weeks. No luck. Until today. Just after passing the brook on my way home, there she was. There they were. I knelt low to the ground for a closeup. I guess I have a particular fondness for a plant that mimics a turtle.