Sunday, January 31, 2010
"Silhouettes of tree limbs black as darkest night,
celebrate the glory of dawn’s effulgent light.
Black lace adorns both hill and dale to weave an ethereal pattern, etched in sharp contrast across kaleidoscopic hues of heaven."
-written in Winter 2005
-birch trees painted 2009
Growing up in rural Maryland, where my nearest neighbors were a mile away, I was surrounded by woodlands, pastures, streams, wildflowers and animals. I've never understood how people can NOT find awe in the beauty of nature. I echo Wordsworth's sentiments in that nature inspired awe and reverence in me as a child, it does so now, and I'd rather die than stop feeling that way.
"Huge snowflakes captured atop pedestals of slender, pale green stems,
Queen Anne’s Lace sways softly in the balmy Summer breeze."-written in Summer, 2008
"Heaven nestles in the heart of every flower."-Written in 2005, rose photo by my brother, David