"Colour is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies,
the soul is the piano with many strings.
The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another,
to cause the vibrations in the soul."
I dunno, there's something about these pictures
that remind me of Kandinsky's paintings.
Whether it's the splashes of color
intersected with bold streaks of black,
or just the above quote, I can't say.
All I know is that as I wander around, looking up at the trees,
I am filled with an almost giddy delight.
Music for the eyes.
That's good enough for me.