The imagery is not mine. I read it somewhere once in a poem or prose: autumn’s color is like the finery worn for festive occasions.
Nature celebrates, at least here in the Midwest where the intense color of leaves turning is impressive. Amour Maples, Sugar Maples, Red Oaks, sumac, and all the yellows of Basswoods and Birch.
Chartreuse fields of grass contrast the russets. Above are the intense blue skies of fall. Sky-tinted waters, Minnesota lakes, can reflect the beauty, mirrors of this event.
The day after the ball will be grey and beige, but right now the celebration is full throttle.
I walk back and forth to and from Mom and Dad’s often these golden days. My eyes feast on the beauty of this countryside. I know that I am blessed. The artist in me appreciates this environment.
The contrasts are important. When I fail to notice a beautiful view my outlook becomes mundane. We need this beauty.
I’m currently reading a book called the “Short History of Chinese Art.” It starts with the Chinese legend of the birth of man. Chinese culture/legend taught that man evolved from the fleas on a giant that was earth and sky.
The insignificance of man compared to the landscape that surrounded him became a central philosophy of East Asian art.
Now we know that on the scale of string theory to universal dimensions man is actually the perfect mean. The Golden mean?
God put mankind central to His creation. We are significant. We are made in His image, and scale is just one indicator of this importance.
Yes, nature is powerful, beautiful, and awesome. It is under the authority and control of our Creator to provide us a place.
Choose to see God for who He is.
The God who made us defines Himself, and He loves us.
He is coming soon. Even so, Lord Jesus, quickly come.
Maranatha.