A Black-bellied Plover and I. Alone on the cooling sands of the beach. Curious of one another. Looking and wondering What is it that you’re doing? Shall we stay awhile and watch together as the sun gently sinks below the horizon?
Come and sit a spell with me. Under the trees and along the canal. The leaves are a-changing and the air is brisk. And while we sit, perhaps the world will pass us by. Distracted and absent are they. It is us that see the beauty of the […]
Tucked in a tree sit two wise old owls. Safe and warm….waiting. Waiting for the sun to rise. Waiting for the sun to set. Waiting for the birth of their babes. Who one day may also become a wise old owl.
FOR BEAUTY BEING THE THE BEST OF ALL WE KNOW By Robert Bridges For beauty being the best of all we know Sums up the unsearchable and secret aims Of nature, and on joys whose earthly names Were never told can form and sense bestow; And man has […]
And so the water flows in the valley. From streams to the river. Rushing easier than in the spring rains. Winter is near and the last breath is being taken. And so the water flows.
“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ” ― George Carlin
I shall enter the garden through the heavy gates. Pushing the gate ajar, it resists and creaks with the effort. It is a different world inside the garden. An Eden, an oasis. A place where the spirit is lifted from the heavy burden. The lilies shine light and […]
The old bridge, strong for over a hundred years. The tales it could tell. Of the babbling brook that flows beneath or of the footsteps that walked above. This bridge, of man-sized stones tightly bound. Even Mother Nature with her attempts, blizzards, earthquakes, heavy rains. The bridge remains […]
In the whispers of the wind, the old tree knows. The changing of the light shows promise. With March barely here, spring is soon to appear. The streams filled with melting snow. Rushing with life to the forest floor. Tucked in the winter debris, bright colors of a […]
Along the creek the boulders hold strong. Along the rushing water, melting from the snow. The woods quiet, hushed from the winter’s blow. As spring begins to draw near.
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 