The City of Trees is full of trees mangled by two-leggeds. No matter how many branches or tops are chopped off, the trees remain stolid in their stance and their dedication to reaching skyward.
and through the rock on which I sat
silently in peace…*
*from the Daily Napkin
Now and Zen
my inner garden
fills with the sweet
aroma of Spirit
and my being
knows peace
from the inside
out
I camped alone on the shore of the lake, forsaken by none, embraced by moonlit breezes, wakened from slumber by the whispering pines, calmed into dream by the waters song. I would have lingered longer on that distant and isolated shore if not for the mysterious longing that called my heart home.
• • •
This is a result of combining an ink drawing and two paintings.
Every year
I discover
anew
the beauty
and majesty
that appears
without fail
come spring
as if
the birds
deliver it
on wings
of surprise
while I
impatiently
await
further
developments
without any
embarassment
whatsoever
The multiple image thing was fun yesterday, and I once again have a functioning scanner, so today I played with this cartoony sketch, adding layers of color, texture, and handmade stamps.
