Photographs vs. Art

I received these pictures on the computer yesterday along with several others , a comparison of photographs vs. paintings. I can see painters rushing for a canvas to make a copy of one, or all. Notice the colors in the pictures as they mimic one another. The sunset colors and the changing of the tree leaves are almost identical in color. Nature at its best. The crystallize trees have a beauty all their own as it brings to mind the realization that our world is one very beautiful place to live in as we follow the seasons.

The tarmac road through the trees, somewhere in New England, reminds me of a ride we took often when we visited Minnie (Minnie Mouse) and Hobart (Hobo), when they lived in Exeter, Rhode Island. Adopted grandparents for my children and two loving and wonderful people everyone should have in their lives. They have been gone a long time now but the memories they left behind keeps them close in heart and mind. We often rode the back highways taking pictures of the fall colors and usually wound up at a small Indian restaurant where we would have our fill of R.I. johnny cakes and sometimes a treat of Indian pudding.

The lake picture with the boat is so serene and inviting. They had a living room window from floor to ceiling facing the lake and this picture reminds me of looking out that window watching the colors fade into the darkness of night, then smile as the moon and stars came out and a firefly or two. Trailing your hand in the water as you were rowed around the lake was another favorite thing to do, so pictures, like art, stir responses we just don't think about until we take time to look.

The picture of the trees in winter would be a favorite to hang on my wall. In New England, where I came from originally evokes different memories of huge snow storms and icicles hanging from the roof tops, sliding down a hill on a flexible flyer, toppling into a snow bank and laughing out loud and having to shovel the sidewalk so people could walk to work bundled up in the cold . Pa was out there at five a.m. and I never said no to his invitation to help.

So whatever picture you look at today, may you find some warm and wonderful memories to make you smile. Photographs or Paintings, I wouldn't want to choose as the beauty is there for the looking. Get hold of your camera and take pictures today so when you get to be an octogenarian you will have something to wake up the warm and wonderful feelings of yesterday.