Autumnal
Faint as the smoke from a fir-branch fire
far off on the foggy shore,
Where salt-stung sea choruses a choir
as the tide rolls more and more
Of the oyster shells in its back-and-forth,
tumbling them to pearly dust,
I can hear the birds winging from the north
as each Fall they surely must,
And I watch as they darken the silver skies
in a wave of shivering black,
Sailing south toward warmth with their anguished cries,
to bid the sweet Summer back
I don’t know when, where or how the first fictional mystery story came on the scene, but since I thoroughly enjoy a good puzzle of the not-going-to-affect-me-in-real-life sort, I do like a good mystery story. So sometimes I like to create mysteries of my own. Mostly, visual puzzles. Pictures that invite interpretation, participation and invention on the part of the viewer. Images that demand a second look, or a two-hundredth one, because there might be clues in there, tales to be uncovered, plots to be discovered, fun to be made from the gossamer webs of pictorial intrigue custom-made for playtime. So here, for (I hope) your delectation and mystery-mongering, is a collage created with puzzling in mind. Enjoy!
And don’t forget to tell me if you devise the novel of the century after being so deeply inspired by it. Wink, wink.
Art-Colored Glasses 