Faith and Nature

I’m on the train to Bakersfield. Grey skies, and light rain when I boarded at Martinez. From Bakersfield I’ll rent a car and spend a couple of days looking for wildflowers. Word is that the Antelope Valley Poppy Preserve is looking the best it has in a few years.

Normally I’d say that the scenery from the train is not all that interesting, but today I find everything interesting, like a little kid seeing the world for the first time. We’ve just left Modesto; non-descript housing tracts, levees and farms, abandoned vehicles in yards, grain elevators. I see photos everywhere. Perhaps just the act of traveling without the distraction of driving leaves me open to see more possibilities. And most of the architecture is mundane, agrarian or industrial; not subjects I would normally look at for artistic possibilities, but they all make a statement. Life is artful, Art life-full. It’s not about what’s happening outside, it’s about what’s happening inside. It’s about having an open heart and an open mind to see the world with a new possibilities. I think that in itself is artful living. Or perhaps I’ve just had too much coffee. What do you think?

(Written on April 24,  posted on May 2)