Winter Enjoyment
"In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy." William Blake
On the Horizon
"Beauty is the promise of happiness" Edmund Burke I hope everybody has a wonderful and creative 2014! This time of year is always exciting for me, it feels so full of possibilities and promise - here's to good things on the horizon. [exif...
Merry Christmas
Have a great Christmas everyone and a wonderful new year!! See you in 2014! Exif Data
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Autumn Slumber
"And there we slumbered on the moss, And there I dreamed, ah woe betide, The latest dream I ever dreamed On the cold hill side." John Keats
The Fallen
"That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west."...
Golden Canopy
"O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing." Percy Bysshe Shelley
Autumn’s Progress
"The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind. The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden." Ezra Pound
Autumn Leaves
"The calmest thoughts came round us; as of leaves Budding—fruit ripening in stillness—Autumn suns Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves." John Keats
Colour and I
"Colour possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Colour and I are one. I am a painter." Paul Klee
Scarlet
"From the torrent, or the fountain-- From the red cliff of the mountain-- From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold" Edgar Allan Poe
Golden Hue
"Lo, 'tis autumn, Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder" Walt Whitman
The Unveiling
"O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists that roll and rise!" Edna St. Vincent Millay. God's World
Morning Magic
"There is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been!" Percy Bysshe Shelley