Claude Monet (1840-1926)
I love Monet's waterlilies. Not in the way I loved them when I plastered a poster to my wall in college, but rather a matured curiosity...for his technique, atmosphere, color theory and medium.
A continent away from Paris and Giverny...Prestwood Lake, fed by the slow moving Black Creek, is the "life's mater and matrix" of my small community. During an afternoon boat ride this Mother's Day, my mind wandered with the current....to that of Monet's waterlilies.
My little naturalist at work.
As the lake narrows, heading toward the creek...the waterlilies begin to mass along the shallow banks.
Just now beginning to open, blooms of white and yellow break the surface.
Reflections of cerulean blue, lavender, and green against the black water...the sun and clouds rearranging the palette as we ride by.
Feet up...daydreaming about Monet. A great day.