Autumn is the time for visiting your friendly neighborhood farm to enjoy a bumpy hay ride, choose just the right pumpkin, try not to get woefully lost in a corn maze, and pick apples. The apple decides it would rather not stay on the ground in the orchard, so it moves along. A short, sweet story about that decision and the journey afterward. The video includes my illustrations and narration.
But I digress. To read from the beginning:. Part 7. He ached to tell her about his trip to Les Collettes.
As if she was sitting up in bed and smiling while she listened. He felt a little better. Meals were brought to him. Those episodes were short-lived, then he would leave his room and return to his family and painting.
Even though this current depression was heavier than any of those times, Claude saw that he could find a path back to art. Auguste had been correct about surrender as a horrible choice. Claude was fearful of his vision quickly becoming worse and his sight robbed from him.
His children growing older. Gatherings around the dining table. Reading letters from loved ones, writing back. And of course seeing life begin on a blank canvas. Strokes of color forming the shapes of things, becoming what he created.
