There is something to be said
For calm water and green trees
On a warm summer’s day
Spent with family and friends
For calm water and green trees
On a warm summer’s day
Spent with family and friends
Tag: postaday
Fury ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #13
It is an angry sea
Whipped up
By a furious sky
And I…
Whipped up
By a furious sky
And I…
I sink into my rage
Green Paint
I begin with the heavy grit, which takes long, deep scratches of paint with it, gouging down through the layers of paint.
In the tumult, find peace
On a cold, wet October afternoon
Howe Sound takes on the tone of slate
The wind blows hard
Straight up the channel
White caps breaking
Hair and camera strap fluttering
Howe Sound takes on the tone of slate
The wind blows hard
Straight up the channel
White caps breaking
Hair and camera strap fluttering
Sleeping Beauty
Sleeping in on a Saturday
Dimly aware of the presence beside me
Who kept me awake long after bedtime
Who jostled me awake throughout the night
Tossing in her dreams
Rising for a trip to the bathroom
Snuggling in with her stale perfume
As she’s just done
Tousled hair in my face
Tickling my nose
Along with her morning breath
Dimly aware of the presence beside me
Who kept me awake long after bedtime
Who jostled me awake throughout the night
Tossing in her dreams
Rising for a trip to the bathroom
Snuggling in with her stale perfume
As she’s just done
Tousled hair in my face
Tickling my nose
Along with her morning breath
Constant Change
I look over the mound
Of withering sandstone
Seeking frames for textures
Of withering sandstone
Seeking frames for textures
A few grains of sand
Knocked loose by the breeze
Skitter down a miniature ravine
Knocking loose a few more
Along the way
All coming to rest
With so many other grains
Collected in a miniature valley
Slowly filling up
With grains of sand
Acts of Nature
Some works of art
Are incomplete
Until nature
Has played her part
Are incomplete
Until nature
Has played her part
This insight says as much
About my own life
As about art
Acts of creation, both
Clarity in the Mist
I cannot, always
See all I want to see
Know all I want to know
See all I want to see
Know all I want to know
But I am learning
To see beauty
In all that I can see
No mere recorder this
Light falls
On an electric canvas
Strokes from a brush
Made of glass
On an electric canvas
Strokes from a brush
Made of glass
Interpretations
Of a world made
From highlights
And shadows
Rendering texture
And line
Pix to Words 