2/10/2010 Sun, sea and sand, walk, promenade, food, risotto, red wine, camera, waiter, hats. The feast of the moment. We are in the...

The window where I sit, Is the place where all thought and, contemplation comes. Speaking to me through the trees, the birds and sky. The...

Always searching for the beauty, and the colour of a rainbow. We look out there, only to realise, we are wearing it, as a beautiful...

Following and following and following, All the days crawl on bended knees, Into the abyss of hollow shadows, Returning and returning,...

Tragedy befell my blackbird’s mate last year about this time. I wept to find its feathers strewn about the garden. Its mate frantically...

One of the best-known pieces of Surrealist art John Welford 5 days ago·4 min read Salvador Dali (1904–89) was the leading Surrealist...

The stones in the ancient creek bed, Are there to teach us about the birdsong, and to know I am not alone. One Village One Life.

Belying this dry brown place, Green Lake you draw me in, your fertile bog, moist and dark, a crucible of stirring primal life.

Out of the mist of time, The poppies dance, drifting into the painting, on a sweet note.

Mountains inspire, Lovers save the world, relinking the stars to the beauty of you.

Why paint onions, bottles and things? If not for fquiet reflection, in quiet corners, But to unearth the essence, of their unique design,...

As mountains roar, above valleys cupped in dew, the Thunder Dragon, rises to the Tigers Nest, armed in scales of truth, burnished by the...

Astonishment befitting. How did these images, sated to canvas arrive at this place, in this lifetime? I marvel.

Longing to be embraced by the bush, We attempt to show an outwad expression, with structures of homage to the sacred. A tent at the...

There is no chain of being, I am enfolded largesse, Enfolded in your glad heart, wrapped, on this beaming sunny day.

Ground laid bare, By sun and rain, And seeds in darkness, Rise again to flower.

She sits in stillness, the holy mountain mother, while I act whirling around in thought and doing, moving around the mountain, like the...

Between earth and sky we stand. We are mediators, conduits ,and guardians of this planet. We walk, our feet on the earth, our heads...

Your lightweight feathery body, defying gravity, Is miraculous to one, whose feet are made of clay. You evoke in me, something of the...

Many prayer flags, and prayer wheels spinning, blowing in the breeze, they say to the traveler, 'One step is a prayer, take one step at a...