Grandson
Braxtyn loves play dough. He can spend good 3-4 hours using his creative
hands and molding anything you can think of.
I don’t get to see him often due to the distance. Whenever I visited him, I
liked to surprise him with a large box of play dough and some kind of molding device. He would
drop everything he was doing and focused immediately on play dough projects. Nothing is
more satisfying than to see the smile on the face of a little boy.
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| Painted Hills or Play Dough |
When
I was a child, I was told to believe that God used his play dough to mold us
human beings. He then baked the molded shape of human figures and blew in his breath to give them life. The Caucasian skin tone is lighter because it is from the batch of undone
products. Africans
are apparently the well-done batch because the result is a darker skin
tone. And, Asians are perfectly baked
and so we have the medium and ‘just right’ skin color, not too light or too
dark. Not to fret if you don’t like your
skin tone. This is just the hearsay from Asian grandmothers. Your grandmother may have a better story for
you:-)
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| Sculptures |
A miscalculation about the
driving distance, we missed the golden hours, but it was not too bad.
Sky was bright, but the hills were still in the shade on our
arrival and they gradually re-surfaced as sun rose higher.
The better time to be here appears to be
sunset, but I don’t regret a 5:00am wakeup call either. The hills are sculptured to the shapes that spark motion and flow. A
supreme paint brush has magically touched them and brought up the gradient
look. Dramatic white cloud has turned the blue sky into a pastel tapestry.
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| Honey-Covered |
I saw a small mount coated with honey, light and amber, dripping from the top. The tip point seems to glue to the sky, but it is infinitely far away. I want my photography skills to be higher and higher, but I know that I won't never reach the top. Just when I thought that I have built a higher mount, there is another one higher than mine (一山比一山高). Regardless how good I am, I know I will always find
someone else better than I. My conclusion is to settle in my 'lofty' goal and be content with wherever I am. I see brown as
honey, you may see it as chocolate, or champagne. If not for this diversity, the world won't be as fun.
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| Nature in Motion |
Divine design does not end with a honey-covered cone. It turns and twists. It flows and moves. The hill is stationed, but it looks in motion. The play dough is no longer a single tan color, it is a shade mixture of tan, brown, burgundy and wine colors. I am not sure if it will look exactly the same when I come around next time. Nature is unpredictable and therefore, magical.
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| Brush Strokes |
The brush strokes are painted across and deep beaudoux color is left on the tips. Fall rain has enriched the pasture so green. The contrast between crisp green and rich burgundy is vibrant and mid-tone tan is set to balance. Fine falling gravels add slight texture and also spread the beaudoux paint down and across the diagonal lines... Kneading, molding, sculpturing and painting work continue as the seasons change and hopefully, I am making progress in my photography skills as well.
