KALEIDOSCOPE

I never cease to be enthralled with the continually changing kaleidoscopic images.  As a child, my grandparents had a cylindrical metal kaleidoscope.  I spent hours on end turning the end to watch the colors continually change.  The patterns seemed endless.

Today,  I was sitting on the porch with a different type of kaleidoscope. A diamond shaped tunnel ends with a long stick full of floating colors and shapes. The spectrum goes from crystal clear images to deep rose, as the color filled stick is pushed to one end and pulled back again. 

Another option is to hold it so the stick goes up and down. Shaking the colors in the stick,  or turning the end downside up from where the colors have settled, or moving the stick back and forth diagonally, all result in magnificent arrays of circular patterns.

One difference between beholding the wonder of the changing patterns as a child and playing with a kaleidoscope today is that I can see the patterns through which the colors come pouring through in all their magnificence.

Nevertheless, the wonder of it all makes for an entirely intense experience of an afternoon on the porch.