FALL, the most invigorating season in New England. The season of gorgeous color combinations that can make anyone swoon and head over heel. The season of apple harvest, pumpkin galore, beautiful foliage and the crisp air. Fall in New England is extravagant and exuberant. I wouldn’t want to miss one fine day in the fall so to feel its beauty. I would wait for the blue sky and sunshine to go out and take my camera with me. But sometimes I didn’t get the chance to do that and rely mostly on my camera phone. Usually this happened when I was out and about in downtown or around Yale University campus. I pass by the campus many times at least once a week. I love going about there between the stone buildings and admiring the season as it develops. I love the arrogancy of fall, of its splendor that entices my soul and makes me exclaim in delight, “Wow!”
I’m besotted with June,
When all the roses bloom.
I’m head over heel with the scents,
The roses exude.
Though they prick me.
Oh yes, they prick me!
I’m too infatuated to care.
D. Yustisia 06/12/16
The weather has been glorious lately and visiting a garden seems to be perfect. On Saturday afternoon I visited Pardee Rose Garden because I know the irises are blooming everywhere and I’m pretty sure there will be some there. When I got to the garden, I saw the row of irises beautifully lining up on the outer side of the fence. It seemed like a party was happening in the garden by looking at the many colors the irises showed. Perhaps that’s what made Vincent van Gogh painted the Irises before he died. He captured the irises’ details intimately and created a stunning perception. I can’t paint as good as van Gogh, but I tried to capture the details I saw from the irises in the Pardee Rose Garden through my camera. Please, enjoy!
It’s the third month already in 2016 and I realized I haven’t been writing or posting any journal on this blog. I just started Instagram and I enjoy it so much. Through Instagram I know a couple of watercolor artists. I adore their artworks that involve so many details and brilliant colors. These watercolor artists often painting one particular object, such as a flower, and study it meticulously. I was inspired by their watercolor study that I call this journal “the Study of Cyclamens”. Cyclamen is a very unique flower. Its petals open up upward just like a swan lifting its wings. Cyclamens only available during winter and they are among the perfect flowers to lift up your spirit especially when winter feels too long. I got a pot of cyclamens from our market recently and I chose the white ones with frilly petals. I love them a lot and so far the cyclamens keep on blooming and I hope they will thrive for another season (I actually read how to take care of cyclamen after the blooming passes, so let’s see how it’ll turn out).
On that early evening, my daughter fussed over her appearance. It was her first Coronation Ball as a high school student and she was nervous. The sun almost set when my daughter’s friend and her mom came to pick her up. As I waved goodbye and told my daughter to have a good time, the sky looked as festive as the event she went to. The vibrant orange and shade of pink, mixed with blue, just stunning. The dramatic backdrop against rows of houses and other buildings created a special ambiance in an urban surrounding and it’s mesmerizing.
It’s November again and I have been lacking in writing my journal. The long gloomy days have produced some restless thoughts. Autumn begins to unravel and soon all the trees will be bare. Yet another November comes to mind and the flame that has hidden, arises.
HIDDEN FLAME – John Dryden
I feed a flame within, which so torments me
That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me:
‘Tis such pleasing smart, and I so love it,
That I had rather die than once remove it.
Ecstatic, that’s what I felt when I read an article about the coming lunar eclipse. I’ve never seen one before, even though one happened but it seemed that it never reached where we live or I simply didn’t realize it happened. So, I was anticipating the event and told the kids to be aware around 9 PM, because that’s when the lunar eclipse would start. We were watching TV and by the time I looked at the clock, it was 10 after 9. I looked out our window and there it was, the eclipse has started. We were quite fortunate to be able to watch the whole process of the lunar eclipse, from the beginning until it subsided after midnight. I wanted so much to take some pictures of the eclipse, thinking that that was the perfect time to shape-up my photography technique. At first, I climbed my work table, with one leg on the table and the other on the window ledge (it’s dangerous, I knew that). I tried to maneuver my camera outside the window while not holding unto it. After a while, I moved to our balcony, which is in the front part of our house and lo and behold, the view was just mesmerizing (and I didn’t have to cling on the ledge). While taking some pictures of the eclipse, suddenly I teared up. My son asked me why I was crying and I told him I was so happy to see this spectacular event. The kids and I watched for sometimes , even my son insisted to do his homework on the porch so not to miss the eclipse.
The tittle of this journal was inspired by a nursery rhyme that my kids used to listen to when they were little.
“I see the Moon and the Moon sees me,
And the moon sees the one that I can’t see.
God Bless the Moon and God Bless me,
And God Bless the one that I can’t see.”