Sweet the memory is to me Of a land beyond the sea, Where the waves and mountains meet, Where amid her balsam trees Sits Acadia in the heat, Bathing ever her white feet In the tideless summer seas. (Original poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – “Amalfi” with minor word changes)
An easy Sunday morning glowing with glorious early light. It is low-tide in Southwest Harbor and the remaining waters shined like mirrors along the shores. Lobster boats floated awaiting along with other water vessels moored in the harbor. Many skiffs tied at the docks waiting for their […]
An early evening summer storm bathes the sky in orange light. A storm blustering in with high winds. Trees shaking in fright, birds a flight. Lightning strikes across the sky and cooling rain gives a fresh respite.
High Flight “Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High […]
Rising from the muddy waters grows the stunningly beautiful and pristine Lotus flower. While hidden by their large lily pads, these lotus flowers are a symbol of purity and beauty among the Buddhist and Hindu religions. Egyptian scholars witnessed the Lotus flower recede to the murky waters at […]
Laying here on the floor it was easy to release myself into the black abyss. A life defining moment. Do I fall into the deep dark pit or do I rise out of the darkness and return to the light? I’m not ready to be turned out to […]
Along the marshy edge of the lake. Two families hide among the water lilies. Dragonflies buzz by while Killdeer make their call, Kew Kew Kew. A mother pretends to be injured while her children swim to safety among the water lilies. But some of […]
Spring is in the air, and the Tree Swallows were busy trying to decide who would get to move into these deluxe accommodations. Fast and furious they were setting up house. The Princess: O Swallow BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and […]
IN SPRING Your grasses up north are as blue as jade, Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches; And at last you think of returning home, Now when my heart is almost broken…. O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, Why part the silk curtains […]
Masked Bandits showed up at the Manor today. A grand theft of holly berries occurred. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All, all is theft, all is unceasing and rigorous competition in nature; the desire to make off with the substance of others is the foremost – the most legitimate – passion nature […]
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 