Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Refraction and reflection.

See the blossoms fly.

In spring and fall, we get late afternoon rainbows.

These seasons contain two needed ingredients: low (but not too low) angle of the sun, and unsettled weather.

We can't see an entire rainbow from our home. A look out the back window (above) shows one end, and out the front shows the other.


Seabrooke said...

I'd left the latest Interpreter story open in a tab to return to and comment on, but when I came back to it and refreshed it to see if there were any comments, it appeared to be taken down. Was it not finished? In any case, I found it an interesting, emotion-prodding, thought-provoking story. I'm so thankful I've never been faced with such a situation. I don't like alcohol, so I'm not sure what I'd do; perhaps binge on chocolate...

Oh, and the rainbows are gorgeous with the blossoming trees in front. It will be a while yet before we see either here!

Hugh said...

Thanks, Seabrooke. Your thoughtful comment is much appreciated, as always.

I deleted it a couple of days after posting because it kept nagging at me that it wasn't true enough, despite being based on a real event. (And maybe that real event, though years ago, should not end up on the web--that troubled me too.) Depite the time I put into it and my sense of accomplishment in finally coming up with a version that featured some degree of internal coherence, it failed my wake-up-thinking-about-it filter. It seemed from Sitemeter that almost no one had even clicked on it, so I succombed to my doubts and deleted it.

Boo me. I need a post coach.

Seabrooke said...

I can sympathize with the sense of doubt, Hugh. There are a few posts that I sometimes want to go back and take down based on readers' responses or just simply feeling self-conscious about what I'd written later. I've left them all up figuring that by that point they've all been read anyway.

It's really hard to convey exactly what you want to in a written story (truthful or otherwise). I've just started trying my hand at fiction and find it simultaneously easier and harder than I expected. It seems to me, though, a little like artwork - I guess many creative endeavours are similar. My experience with artists is they're rarely completely satisfied with their own work. The pieces can blow the socks off the general public viewing it, but the artist knows what was in their head, what it was supposed to look like, and that it didn't turn out quite as planned. As an artist myself I've had to come to terms with that, that I'll never be able to achieve 'perfect' and so I'll have to be happy with 'good enough'. However, usually the artist's 'good enough' is 'OMG fabulous!' to the average person, which is what I try to remind myself of. It's tough, though.

I think you do a really good job with all of your Interpreter stories, and I always look forward to the next installment. I expect this is true of many of your readers. If they're coming out not quite the way you'd wanted, we're certainly none the wiser.

Hugh said...

Thanks Seabrooke, You describe the process well. Also, I agree; writing fiction is both easier and harder than one might expect.