Let me say it again, I feel so fortunate that my life is filled with creative people, and none more than the sculptor, Fletcher Benton, and his wife, Bobbie.

Not long time ago Steve and I spent a quiet afternoon at their Napa summer house, surrounded by Fletcher’s steel sculptures.

And so we walk around ‘the hill’ under the warm autumn sun, behind the Benton’s minimalist, box-shaped house. We stroll past geometric forms of steel angles, rods and circles. We go past cherry trees with burgundy color leafs and somewhere else, palm trees surrounding large scale vibrant painted sculptures. It’s all a beautiful harmony of forms, with the sun drawing out a rich luster from the rusted steel set against the blue sky behind.

The sunny Sunday afternoon was spent in a place where simplicity and complexity connect , like the nature and art connect in the harmony of light and shadows, creating dramatic abstract compositions.

Fletcher’s sculptures are often displayed in urban settings, in museums and universities, but better to see them in the wild, where the contradiction with nature is most profound.