Gold
Others may spota vein of your goldAND it is up to youto work your own mine• • • Meanwhile, your Spirit shineswhen you least expectInnocence peekingfrom twinkly eyes...
Warhol Wasn’t Here
Rules Are Meant to Ignore I got this email today from Deke.com about how to get a Warhol-esque image in Photoshop. It intrigued me, so I thought that I would try it. The problem with that is that I frequently ignore rules, or instructions, or whatever. Such was the...
Winter’s Passing
Tulip tree poppingin the early morningsidelong light Looking all bright and Springyin the stillness of chilly air• • • How is it Winter's passingin deluge or fits and startsis sung so sweetly at bitter end By light and happy birdswinging crazily in...
Time for Tea
Peace Time This image started out as a photo of a watercolor I did several years ago (For sale on Etsy), which I built upon in Photoshop, and then added texture layers and other treatments. One of the things about the image a day project is that I get to play...
Antidote
The most noxious weedprovides the best antidotefor those who suffer allergyThe most obnoxious personprovides the best antidoteFor those of that strivealways for perfectionAchoo!God bless them both
The Moon of Peace
Bamboo Shadows I have often thought that we hold the reality of peace in our hearts. I read once that there were those in the tribe that were considered the Peace keeper, their sole job being to hold peace in thier heart for the rest of the tribe, no matter what the...
Black Bird Guidance
Walking down a new streeta bit timid, still moving feetWhen big blackbirds, crows I thinkcame diving at my head, crawking and squawkingputting up a stinkFear came and roostedin my screaming countenancewaving arms and hands around my headdoing the scaredy-cat...
Memories of Bear
Crazy Two-LeggedI first danced with the bear when I was 12 or so. Calling in the wind, before we danced, it swirled around us. All was connnected, all is connected. How is it that we have gone so far astray?
Winters Clouds
Springs Awakening I have been steeped in the process these days of re-awakening to my highest potential self. This bumpy winters end has been a clear reminder of my roots and where I can find the fodder of my sustenance. I created this image last night.
Blooming Factor
The flower bloomedwithout thinking about itIn its naturelies the blooming factorBarely waitingto burst forth and rejoicelike a songbird at dawn