Snaking deeper
into the forested mountains
the clearing made for art amazed.
Dull grey broke way
for hints of blue.
The air gathered a perfection.
We wandered the paths
casually discussing childhood,
adulthood, and what art did to our eyes.
Minutes, and seconds
were eventually cataloged by hunger
and rubbery legs.
We did not have time for everything,
but we made time
for patience.
Picture making carried
as much weight
as our hearts did for beauty.
All pictures taken at Storm King Art Center in Upstate New York.
Thank you alto for a fun challenge.