Among the scenes which are deeply impressed on my mind, none exceed in sublimity the primeval forests, … temples filled with the varied productions of the God of Nature. No one can stand in these solitudes unmoved, and not feel that there is more in man than the mere breath of his body.
“Outside, there was that predawn kind of clarity, where the momentum of living has not quite captured the day. The air was not filled with conversation or thought bubbles or laughter or sidelong glances. Everyone was sleeping, all of their ideas and hopes and hidden agendas entangled in the dream world, leaving this world clear and crisp and cold as a bottle of milk in the fridge. ”
Here is my third portfolio gallery which offers 9 landscape photographs completed between 2013 and 2015. I will be adding more to the portfolio in the future accessible through the top menu “Portfolio“. ( For a gallery style viewing )
Here is my second posted gallery which offers a viewing of my landscape paintings (completed between 2013 and 2015). I will be adding more to the portfolio in the future accessible through the top menu “Portfolio“. ( For a gallery style viewing )
Hello all who read my blog. I really enjoy sharing great posts with you from other bloggers.
For some time I posted them on my own artists site (the one you are reading right now). But I found it got confusing to readers as to who’s work was who’s. So today I set up this separate blog where I can reblog some great posts from our WordPress community. You can follow along at:
Hold on to what is good,
Even if it’s a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe,
Even if it’s a tree that stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do,
Even if it’s a long way from here.
Hold on to your life,
Even if it’s easier to let go.
Hold on to my hand,
Even if someday I’ll be gone away from you.
Well I’d say it’s about time to organize my work into a collective portfolio. My first posted gallery is a collection of botanical paintings completed between 2013 and 2014. I will be adding more to the portfolio in the future accessible through the top menu “Portfolio“. (For a gallery style viewing.)
“For the truth is that I already know as much about my fate as I need to know. The day will come when I will die. So the only matter of consequence before me is what I will do with my allotted time. I can remain on shore, paralyzed with fear, or I can raise my sails and dip and soar in the breeze.”
“When you go,
if you go,
And I should want to die,
there’s nothing I’d be saved by
more than the time
you fell asleep in my arms
in a trust so gentle
I let the darkening room
drink up the evening, till
rest, or the new rain
lightly roused you awake.
I asked if you heard the rain in your dream
and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.”
Nobody stopped to hear him Though he played so sweet and high They knew he had never Been on their T.V. So they passed his music by I meant to go over and ask for a song Maybe put on a harmony I heard his refrain As the signal changed He was playing real good for free
Along the coast of California you come to this quiet, historic village – Morro Bay. You wouldn’t immediately think you were in California. Perhaps New England, maybe Ireland or quite possibly somewhere along the Mediterranean coast.
Dominated by Morro Rock and named by Spanish explorers in the 1700’s, Morro bay stretches around the town out to the 576 foot high volcanic plug which stands at the entrance to the harbor.
What a stunningly beautiful spot, tucked away and managing to escape, for the most part, the crush of modern crowded life so ubiquitous in California. I’m loving this road trip. And I could easily just settle down here! In this photo you can glimpse Morro Rock in the distance, beneath the morning fog. — Douglas
About Morro Bay:
The first European land exploration of Alta California, the Spanish Portola expedition, came down Los Osos Valley and camped near today’s Morro Bay on September 8, 1769. Franciscan missionary and expedition member Juan Crespi noted in his diary that “we saw a great rock in the form of a round morro”.
Morro Rock later gave its name to the town. The descriptive term morro is common to the Spanish, Portuguese and Italian languages, and the word is part of many place names where there is a distinctive and prominent rock formation. Note that the similar Spanish descriptive word “moro” indicates a bluish color rather than a shape
Maggie greeted me with this warm, exuberant smile! A Barista for 7 years, she works summers in the Seattle area at The French Bakery. The remainder of the year she attends school in central Washington. When in Seattle you must head to Kirkland or Bellevue and relish all The French Bakery has to offer – authentic French Pastries, Desserts, Panini, Quiche, Crepes and superlative espresso made from Attibassi (Italian espresso beans).
Maggie generously demonstrated how to make this delightful leaf pattern atop my latte. She’s become quite a latte artist, rivaling those multitudinous YouTube baristas. See Maggie at work below. The espresso Machine? M.I.S.T.R.A.L. and you can pick one up for a cool $20 K! I must have already gained a few pounds visiting this slice of heaven each morning!
I’ve always wanted to live near a lake. It only took a few decades (I won’t tell you how many!) to realize this goal. There is something about a lake in a spot you wouldn’t expect to see one. It’s an oasis that transports you out of everyday life. So I visit this place often and let the lake take over my senses and replace whatever fly-about thoughts demand my attention.
“The chief beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance.The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you, as perfect, as unspoiled, as if you had never wasted or misapplied a single moment in all your life. You can turn over a new leaf every hour if you choose.”