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How is it that life’s palette suddenly comes alive and full of brilliant, new colors, as autumn appears on the horizon? It is as if the world has just awakened, after slumbering through the hot, hazy days of summer.  

I remember watching my father work with his oil paints, using his palette knife to paint one autumn scene, after another. He loved the autumn colors and the way that he could capture them on a canvas. He invariably used a lot of oil paint, but achieved wonderful effects.  

My mother, on the other hand, would paint differently. Her perspective was much better than my father’s, because she had learned the secret of how to use a ‘vantage point‘, in her drawings.  

She grew up in the prairies, where she saw the telephone poles decreasing in size, in the distance, right up to the point where they actually disappeared. That was what she called the ‘vantage point‘.  

She also used a lot less oil paint than my father, because she painted with much thinner paint, as if to save as much as she possibly could, for the next painting. Her paintings were more brilliant summer colors, than autumn’s yellows, oranges and browns.  


Life is like that too. Sometimes it gives us massive displays of heavy autumn colors, while at other times, there is the brilliance of light, summer colors in our lives. Let’s not forget the wonderful colors of winter and spring!

We are exceptionally blessed to have the chance to celebrate life, in the fullness of all its seasons, with all of their colors. For this, we give thanks.


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      Feathermaye wrote Sep 28, 2008
    • Lovely, wonderful read to start my Sunday morning with.

      I absolutely agree with you. I’d even go further to say that if not for the dark and dreary winter days we occasionally encounter, we may not appreciate the colors nearly as much.

      Thanks for this!

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      Cynthia Schmidt wrote Sep 28, 2008
    • A beautiful and thought provoking piece! I also think it’s just wonderful that both of your parents had an artistic bent. The creative part of the mind is truly the fuel for everything else we accomplish.

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      W. Diane Van Zwol wrote Sep 29, 2008
    • Hi there feathermaye,

      That is kind of a neat name! Where I live in northern Ontario, the winter days can be totally gray, but some days can be really bright, because of the snow. I love it when we have a nice sunny day, but those days can be pretty cold too!  

      White is the presence of all colors; black is the absence of color. Right?

      Have a wonderful day!


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      W. Diane Van Zwol wrote Sep 29, 2008
    • Hi chocolatier,

      Thanks for your kind comments.

      I really think that we barely touch upon our creative potential. Wouldn’t you agree? I can just picture you playing, creatively with chocolate! Yummy!

      Have a terrific day,


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