“Bedrock…” Thalia read from Webster’s Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary, “… the solid rock underlying unconsolidated surface materials.” “Like the boulders that Paintist’s waterfall is cascading over?” Cal asked. “There has to be a better way to paint a distinction between water, rock and sky… Don’t you think?”
I immediately began singing the theme song from The Flintstones when Bedrock appeared for today’s post. 🤔Pavlov’s dog, I guess. But the gossamer threads that entwined the elements of the post wove a beautiful storyline. Parts wistful, parts beautiful, and as always hopeful. Thanks for the reminder for Oh, God. I think I’ve outgrown the deafening special effects that today seem requisite for success in new movies. As your painting has blossomed, I’m delighted by how you get an idea and seems to say, without hesitation, “I can paint that!” Then do.
What an absolute pleasure it was to have one on one time with you today!
I especially loved the story you wrote of today about the bird trusting it’s wings. The butterfly brought me back to science projects with my kids when they were each in 3rd grade. The whole process was mesmerizing.
And the picture is beautiful!
Oh God! This was one of my favorite movies! It made me laugh and cry at the same time. Now that I know it’s on Netflix it’s definitely something I will re watch.
So happy for the connection.
I love it all! Said me, the writer of many things.
T-shirt: "I want to be like a caterpillar. Eat a lot. Sleep for a while. Wake up beautiful." 😁
Phew! Not always possible to find quips with a tie-in to the post. Sometimes hard to find ones that don't clash!