Painter's Canvas

Observer: Estella Yee
Date: 10-15
Location: East of Fine Arts East, North of Jackson Plaza
Time: 1125-1140
Weather: 54F, overcast, air smells like cilantro all around campus (must be the fog)

Bubbling whirl of water softly churned over unseen rocks. Hints of green growth coated the shallow bottom. The olive green seemed to stream down the course of the Mill Race, merging seamlessly with the shadows, not unlike paint flowing down an empty canvas. At the end of the bridge and the front of Fine Arts East’s side entrance, there lied an inconspicuous rectangle of flowers, easily missed by the busy passers. There, crimson honeysuckles lined the edge in a cascade of trumpet flowers. The long stamen protruded out, edged with a wave of lace, imploring the few passing honeybees to visit. A few dandelion greens grew in an empty spot between the flowers. A strand of hairy vetch shot up in between, showing a small rose-violet colored blossom. Two dark slender pods barely a millimeter in diameter dangled off the grabbing, curling shoots. The odd pinnate leaves contrasted sharply with the other cultivated leaves. In the midst of the contrasting reds and greens, small, fine white fibers grew at the junctions of the sweet honeysuckle. In observing the art of the landscaping, both intentional and unintentional, people sped briskly by in their attempts to reach their unknown destinations. One man dumped his drink out with a thunderous splash. Quietly, a wide ellipse of barely visible webs decorated the corner, where a mayfly dangled helplessly.