orange, brown, yellow moody grey summer clouds banana leaves wave * doors and bed frames Uganda flowing color highway cattle drive * pine forests rich red soil on my sole jagged rocks * boys on a journey Nile a final destination honk, honk * cool African breeze five mud puddle splashes big white smiles * […]
it just takes one line followed by another color then some more added and a smile or two give me a long neck or a furry mane four long legs or short will have to do teach me to draw show me to paint clay in my fingers don’t want to wait look at […]
You have to admit it never grows old daily beauty I see tho admittedly cold tiny hands that are joined each and every tide drawing lines in the sand lovely never subsides and the children what glee spontaneous in their fun every time its a romp catching ankles in the sun every day is the […]
swimming in the clouds fish catching currents where they can colors in the seas The daily post photo challenge is Vivid
…There were men who dreamed and spoke of life like it mattered color was something you mixed and children held hands innocence gathered …There were steps and leaps made on the moon heroes wore khaki uniforms still made on a loom and children held hands while the wind blew …A flag fluttered in the breeze […]
Color’s captive day’s end refraction light stealer This weeks Daily Post Photochallenge is Refraction
rubbing sister leaves new endings, old beginnings color explodes a time to reflect put away past pains reach for tomorrow The prompt for the first day of September at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem is DECAY. Where does Fall fall for you???
In silence I work hands weave the day’s colorful strands beauty pours forth * readying the loom the weaver sets forth his plan I spilled the yarn The prompt for Carpe Diem is Tapestry. What beauty will you weave today?
The artist’s eye capturing color creating a smile * what does he display palette and paint life to portray ** a story he is writing with strokes of a brush others he’s inviting I have been around artists all of my life. They are an unusual breed. Some like to be in the […]
Entering the portico I am greeted with buzzing bees a chorus written on my behalf sung by the local cheep choir once tended, the garden is alive with color the old oak door opens to a living gallery each painting familiar smiling eyes look at me flowers beckon for my approval the easel creaks a […]