On the Island
noble white petals
yield the stillness of a dream
takes your breath away
a liquid blue soul
serene in beauty and breath
she waxes and wanes
While painting this piece, I felt a connection to Lori. It was like I was painting her soul. I stayed in a beautiful meditative state all the way through to writing the poem that is in honor of Lori’s beauty. This one is for you Lori — not sure if it’s how you view yourself or your soul. It’s just what came to me while painting and reflecting on who you are as I know you through your art and words.
–genece hamby, contemporary artist & poet
http://sanctuaryofstillness.wordpress.com
Quart Pot Creek
Our move to the mountains has given us a whole new perspective - the sparkling air, the cooler weather, has been truly invigorating.
I guess I won’t stay here forever, I’m too much of a gypsy, but but this is one of the places I will remember with real affection.
Just down the road from us is a meandering creek and a park, where we often go for picnics.
Quart pot Creek winds lazily along..
This willow is one of our favourite trees.
In summer, the park is ablaze with flowers…
…and bird life…
…some just taking a walk, like us…
…some apparently posing for the papparazzi…
…there is always something…
…beautiful to look at.
