Those who used to paint the sky,

Unwittingly invented the time lapse photo,

For just as soon as the eye can detect the color of a certain space,

And grace the canvas with the appropriate paint,

And look back up,

The color has changed.

The clouds have rearranged.

En plein air,

The conditions are rife

For failure,

Unless you allow yourself to constantly be evolving with the sky.

Accept the sweet trills and squawks of birds.

Be at one with the harmony

Of Hawks and Thirds and the Circle of Fifths,

And constant transition.

Listen to your heart.

Start your painting aligned

With the great creative spirit 

That dwells in your own mind

And, then, make art.

You may make a masterpiece 

That captures, not the moment,

But the entire day

And night,

And the eternity of the essence of the living meadow

You caught sight of.

-jenn