tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post353658164055675776..comments2023-09-11T08:33:57.537-05:00Comments on Message in a Bloggle: the Art of Being Broken: Improper Poll: HalleluiahTammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-40233209161390706572012-02-06T21:41:48.900-06:002012-02-06T21:41:48.900-06:00Boy... so many things is right!Boy... so many things is right!Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05296300032567383021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-25244578838286149972012-02-05T21:26:53.065-06:002012-02-05T21:26:53.065-06:00The sunset Friday was a portrait; the colors were ...The sunset Friday was a portrait; the colors were vivid pinks, blues and the turqouise of the ocean. It moved me to tears.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-80834595011443697282012-02-05T19:08:07.505-06:002012-02-05T19:08:07.505-06:00Heading to work at 7 a.m. I see the most beautiful...Heading to work at 7 a.m. I see the most beautiful sunrise; and when I pull into the parking lot, many is the day the Methodist church across the street is playing their steeple bells. The combination of sunrise and sound is amazing. Some days are so beautiful it hurts to open my eyes.Lisa Ricard Clarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05048410207952052295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-79734235212532144002012-02-05T18:22:46.512-06:002012-02-05T18:22:46.512-06:00Mmm, a vase of hyacinths. Sublime.
You are so, so ...Mmm, a vase of hyacinths. Sublime.<br />You are so, so right in your deduction: it is life, not art, which should channel the divine, but we can hardly blame the artists for trying, can we?<br />I've known those moments, too, at unexpected times and in unexpected places. They're overwhelming in their simplicity, complicated only when we try to take them apart to analyze them.<br />KKay L. Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09966266404058177742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-59121187325170493652012-02-05T16:38:28.798-06:002012-02-05T16:38:28.798-06:00Have you ever seen a vermilion sunset? In all the ...Have you ever seen a vermilion sunset? In all the world they only occur in one small area of Missouri in the Ozarks. There the angle of the setting sun is just right for them to occur to onlookers in the Ozark mountains. <br /><br />I've seen people stop their cars and get out of them just to watch the sunset and I've heard that photographers from all over the world fly there to try and capture them - generally to no avail.<br /><br />The colors are the same as those of your beautiful flower picture. It's like God looked down and covered the Earth with beautiful purple orchid petals and their reflection is shown in the sky.<br /><br />It starts out a light purplish color with a hint of pink in it. Moves ever more blue-ish down the spectrum until the sky is a deep, nearly indigo blue, the color of a plush dark velvet. Everything is quiet. All Man's artifices vanish beneath the deep purple and all that remains is the vermilion glory of God's palette in the sky.<br /><br />On rare occasions, when the clouds are just right in the sky, the clouds are framed by the vermilion and their edges tinged with the colors so that they take on the look of a drawing on a dark background. I've only seen that once or twice, but it's a hauntingly beautiful image that will never leave me.<br /><br />There's much to see on this beautiful Earth and there are visions of beauty that confound the ability of words to describe.Tom Jorgensonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-16462616036184669552012-02-05T16:31:18.688-06:002012-02-05T16:31:18.688-06:00So many things...My son's eyes, that are half-...So many things...My son's eyes, that are half-hooded--what many call "bedroom eyes." My dog's fur when the sunlight hits it, just right--it glints like gold. A sushi roll, with pink and green and black, surrounded by white. My granddaughter's feet, as she dances like an Irish lassie, with feet going a mile a minute and her arms not moving (her version, which is hilarious, but we never laugh)...Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.com