Sunday, November 30, 2008

Winter's Arrival






When I awoke this morning Winter greeted me with a lovely soft blanket of snow. The ground was wearing a silky white gown and the trees swayed in the breeze. It was a beautiful sight to see as the sun began to peek over the horizon.








Wind of the North,
Wind of the Norland snows,
Wind of the winnowed skies, and sharp, clear stars,
Blow cold and keen across the naked hills,
And crisp the lowland pools with crystal films,
And blur the casement squares with glittering ice.......

Charles Henry Luders

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

ThanksGiving


(Picture is copyright of isccharger on flicker)

ThanksGiving, a special day for giving thanks.

I am:

Thankful for the family that surrounds me with love...

Thankful for the friends that show they care...

Thankful for a country where I am free to express myself...
Religiously, Educationally, Verbally, Artistically,Emotionally, Politically, and Spiritually..

Thankful for the time I share with those around me...

Thankful for the beauty in the world...

Thankful for the experiences I have every day...

Thankful that life has led me down the path that has put me where I am today..

Thankful that everyday gives I have an opportunity to see the sunrise, the sunset, the moon and the stars...

Thankful for small simple gifts that life gives me every each day...

HAPPY THANKSGIVING ON THIS SPECIAL DAY OF THANKS

Monday, November 03, 2008

Nature Gathered October Challenge

Here is the piece I completed for the October challenge of the Nature Gathered Group.
It is constructed of fiberfusion and I have painted it.

I loved doing this piece and I saw the perfect poem right after I completed the artwork. How timely was that?

Thought I would share it with you, my friends.



Title: Notes of the Empy Nest



The birds of the forest are calling for thee,
And the shades and the glades are lonely;
Summer is there with her blossoms fair,
And you are absent only,
No bird that nests in the green-wood tree,
But sighs to greet you and kiss you,
all the violets yearn for your safe return,
But most of all I miss you.
Harry B. Smith