“I have learned that what I have not drawn I have never really seen, and that when I start drawing an ordinary thing I realize how extraordinary it is, sheer miracle: the branching of a tree, the structure of a dandelion’s seed puff. ‘A mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels,’ says Walt Whitman. I discover that among the Ten Thousand Things there is no ordinary thing. All that is, is worthy of being seen, of being drawn.” - Frederick Franck
Big, fat purple clovers and bright yellow coreopsis are blooming among the varied tall grasses, with St. Johnswort getting ready to pop, but it was the inconspicuous flowers of the ubiquitous bladder campion that I chose for my morning meditation.