Inspiration is like the air; it envelops us invisible yet constant, and unless we make an effort, we won't even realize it's there.
I find inspiration in nature and in man-made structures; in mile-high mountains and tiny lichens on the rock; in music and in silence.
I love the order of things symmetrical and mosaic-like; hence my fascination with stained glass.
I enjoy fresh, vibrant colors, which made me oh-so happy during our trip to Mexico.
But then there is a different kind of awesomeness in the rusty and the pale.
A few blades of grass in the morning sunshine are an expression of perfect beauty...
...and sour green apples that make your mouth water all of a sudden open your perception to a myriad of verdant hues.
In spring, I search for the long-anticipated awakening...
...in the summer I enjoy the sandy beaches...
...in the fall I feed my eyes on the tapestry of brilliant foliage...
...and in winter I let snow and frost cover me with a peaceful blanket.
And even in the kitchen I smile at my ingredients.
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