Above image created by Paulette Motzko, Copyright September 2016
Photograph of Paulette Motzko taken by my manager friend who works at Blueberry Hill- when I first moved to Las Vegas. The background image was photographed by me in Vista, CA as I was walking down the street to go to the Vista Library and I loved the shapes of the leaves on the trees there. Vista in San Diego County is totally different than Orange County in that it is more hilly and has more types of lush green foliage.
The images were united last night with a sophisticated blending and blurting app I installed yesterday.
So, in that photo three different times were involved and would different geographic locations.
Wherever you are today, take time to look at Nature’s Bountiful Colorful Gifts growing around you.
Get out your camera and immortalize them.
A great photograph says the world without ever uttering a word.
It is a silent, visual communicator.
Fall in Las Vegas, NV reminds me of just about every day in beautiful southern California with it’s cool Pacific Ocean breezes.
I would much rather wear a jacket and be cool than sweat or bake like a human cookie in 115 degree heat.
One beautiful fall day I was able to see what Autumn looks like a New England in Vermont. I’ll never forget it because I was going on a business trip with no EX yes she really is a rocket scientist with bowling working on the Delta rocket. Later their marriage, because he traveled so much, I was able to go on a few trips with them and the hotel we stayed at was very strategically pickrf yo be by shopping and restaurants all walking distance-because I dont drive. I’m my mind”s eye, and I do have very vivid memory, so I will paint the picture of what I saw on that serene afternoon in Vermont:
I was so fascinated with the fact that the towns were so quaint and Charming but nothing like the big city in Southern California that I was used to. All the properties had you Jones and green like as if you painted them or drew them with the kids Crayola crayon set in green. It it just rained and you could see a white Chapel, just like out of Currier and Ives that was so pristine and quaint and Charming maybe want to go inside look around. Hit my ex been a Christian guy and said agnostic we probably would have done just that. But the memories I have of Vermont in the autumn are so wonderful.
I wasn’t a published writer then and not one of my blogs had been created yet. This was 1990. I want to go back either to Vermont in the Autumn in the future when the leaves are Ablaze with the colors of red, rest, dark green and the foliage comes in about every size and shape you can imagine.
When you grew up in the big city with nothing but towering palm trees that rise to the sky and beautiful blue expanses beaches and ocean- up and down the Pacific coast…. places like Vermont are refreshing, not so much even for the scenic countryside, but for the great and totally genuine people I met while passing through.
People in small towns have more time and more patient and it’s like going back in time to a simpler, gentler time when people stayed off smartphones- because they didn’t exist and made eye contact more and people were the most important thing.
There’s so many wonderful places but I want to go in the United States but I’ve seen just mere vignettes or samplers of what I know is to come.
Written by Paulette Le Pore Motzko
