Snip, Snip, Snip...

Snip, snip, snip. Bright bits of paper flew like tropical birds as Matisse created his brilliant collages. You might imagine he'd been at work here, too. For the vivid yellow mustard flowers that sing against the blue of the sky along Adobe road do seem possessed  of his signature style. Slowly at first, almost imperceptibly, a faint play of rose light flickers on the distant hillside, heralding the dawn of a new day.