Blue Heron on the Tacoma Docks. Photographer: Almir Trejos; From my, "I always paint the sky series'
"A stand of Trees By 'Foog River'" Credits: FavPng.com
(note: the fire was at night)
"The Clouds of Connor's Fire", from my 'I always paint the sky series'. Credits: foreground: FavPng.com
"The Clouds of Connor's Fire", from my 'I always paint the sky series'. Credits: foreground: FavPng.com
Credits: bady-abbas-KiIkhpnWf7I, Unsplash.com
"Secret Lake Off Overlay Pass", Credits: Mountain-Lake FavPng.com.
Remember, I always paint the sky. That's all I have time for anymore.
Remember, I always paint the sky. That's all I have time for anymore.
From my, 'I Always Paint The Sky Series'. Credits: Aquaducts of Rome
Credits: aastik-maurya-5Pq_cCILyk8-unsplash
For Jayden, from my I Buy Rocks Series
'Look For The Morning In Everything', for Terry's mother, on her mother's day - from my Mother's Day Series
For Jaden, I Buy Rocks Series 9
Touched by Woods of Life
The longer I go through this All—these ‘woods’ of Life—I am charmed, I am changed by its simple bloom, its breadth of time: tomorrow’s appeal.
Just to math the mass of served foliage. Just to calculate the thound of: tittering touching of leaves that calm down, then start up again; the lip-lopping of my favorite long drink of stream water; the anti-grav weight of my stand on cool found moss; and all the Atlas-Planet on my back, as I sleep through Earth Day on my lawn.
I hear voices too, —from the farscape of my past and up through my haunting future votings: things I must write inside my nomes, and people I want to be.
Each species on this once-in-a-light-year world calls to me from virulent forests of octant greens: I live, I move, because some of them die. And My Symbionese Spring can be found on every wet tread grass: their arboreal seeds live on in the sciences of my male breath.
Till now, after three score and ten searching years, I still splurt through this All: not by power or by might, but by my changed spirit; knowing that my ‘moving mound of atoms’ is sieved by this nucleic loom; knowing that Life’s wave still sings to the mind in my smiling senses as I sqooze each sigh with verba de joy into every eye-opened day.
The longer I go through this All—these ‘woods’ of Life—I am charmed, I am changed by its simple bloom, its breadth of time: tomorrow’s appeal.
Just to math the mass of served foliage. Just to calculate the thound of: tittering touching of leaves that calm down, then start up again; the lip-lopping of my favorite long drink of stream water; the anti-grav weight of my stand on cool found moss; and all the Atlas-Planet on my back, as I sleep through Earth Day on my lawn.
I hear voices too, —from the farscape of my past and up through my haunting future votings: things I must write inside my nomes, and people I want to be.
Each species on this once-in-a-light-year world calls to me from virulent forests of octant greens: I live, I move, because some of them die. And My Symbionese Spring can be found on every wet tread grass: their arboreal seeds live on in the sciences of my male breath.
Till now, after three score and ten searching years, I still splurt through this All: not by power or by might, but by my changed spirit; knowing that my ‘moving mound of atoms’ is sieved by this nucleic loom; knowing that Life’s wave still sings to the mind in my smiling senses as I sqooze each sigh with verba de joy into every eye-opened day.
Samoan Lakes of Mists - I Paint Mother's Day Series
West Toward Home - Laurie Jo's Painting
I Buy Rocks Series
For Boggan - I Paint Mother's Day Series
One Star to Guide By - The Mill on the Floss
Galapagos Island Sketch
A Mother's Light for Justin 2015 - I Paint Mother's Day Series
Love Prints on Both Firmaments - 2015
A Watcher and His Son - For Shamelis
Man On His Journey Past the Monument of Time - 2010
An Angel Announces
Looking For The Morning In Everything - For Terry, I Paint Mother's Day Series
Pinks For Her Mother's Day - Shalena, I Paint Mother's Day Series
Both Families Are Melting - For Sam, I Paint Mother's Day Series
Back in '75 when we used oil to paint with - No Title
For Ms. White - I Paint Mother's Day Series
For Payton - I Paint Mother's Day Series
The Star I Found at Christmas Time - 2012
Smoke on the Moon - 2012
End of Line: NY - 2014
Noctilucent Smoke of War, 2014
"When light falls over a distance mountain range and wakens half the household...." Poem, Dumas fils, 1968
Tree Lightning, Dumas fils, Digital Painting
Tatoine, Oregon Coast, 1973, A Sky Plus Lego Painting
SkyLab, year 2060 still on the way to infinity. A Lego Painting