Adirondack mountains in the rain.

I remember once, a local artist saying that she was moving to New Mexico (because she found the desert to be more "colourful") to paint her landscapes, because the Adirondacks were "too green" in summer and "too brown" in winter. Well, you can't please everybody, ey?

I laughed to myself when I heard this. She calls herself an artist--and to be sure, she was quite talented--only things I can draw are a barn or a horse head or a pine tree...sort of...well..vaugely..well...they look like those things, if you hold them in the right light, I suppose.

But, you see, I laughed not at her, but at her vanity, her short-sightedness. For, I believe, beauty is everywhere, for those who choose to see it. Colours are there, all year round..but, you have to LOOK for them! In winter, all this woman sees are brown trees, brown grass (when it hasn't snowed)...I see, have seen, grays and silvers, many shades of brown and black, tan, blue skies, blue jays (birds), red berries, red cardinals (birds) and maroon-stemmed brush, green pines...white snow, white clouds...the blue of the distant mountains. You can see things in winter, that the full-leaved trees and brush, keeps hidden, during other parts of the year.

And yes, summers are very green, 'round these parts, what with billions of trees covering 40 million acres of mountain and valley. Grass..corn stalks, even some insects, are green. But..again, there's other colours as well. There's the gold of the dandelions, black-eyed Susans, golden rod, bread and butter flowers. The blues of asters, the orange of jewelweed, the birds--so many colours and sizes, the sky and waters, and..there's more than one shad of green, you know.

But, this artist didn't want to see the tapestry of life, in her own backyard--for the mere fact, that sometimes the colours jump out at you---but equally, sometimes you have to make the effort to find them.

Which brings me to another point. I realize now, that I have to make an effort, to re-discover the colours in my own life...find the good, no matter how small or well-hidden.

Okay, so my writing will never get me publish (got a pile of rejection letters 6 inches thick, that I just binned, not counting the rejection e-mails)...can't even afford to submit stuff, now, until I can manage the post office, printers (I don't have one), discs and envelopes, as well (plumb outta' everything, at the mo').

I've decided that after Accord gets done, on 29th Oct., I'm going to go on Helium and work on my feature writing again...and, yes, work on a play, as well--tho' the play is just for me, and like all the others, will never be meant for the public.

Anyway--that's the plan, barring anything more untoward happening to me. We'll see, I guess. I just know, I hate stagnation almost as bad as I had being alone--and if I can't move forward in my life, my job, if I can't get around very well...I at least can keep my mind active, ey?