Betrayal of the Dawn

The Union of Vine to Earth

The earth
met the
leaves,
and arms
were joined
together, where
they hid each
other within the
other

Secrets grew
aligned, inseparable
they became, setting
future's only able
to singularly coincide

Paths begin where
trails end.  Arms extend
when the body needs
a friend.  Warmth of growth
extending past nature's bark,
commingling forever,
for in the other
exists the others life

Images From Forgotten Fields

An Abrasion of Forestry

Etchings of a Frozen Recreation

So generous
offering itself
entirely, to
young and
old alike,
providing
sanctuary
in those sliding
motions-

foot glides on leather
laced tight top the
bridgework bone-

leather connects to
blade-where in
concert, movements
lather in streaks and
glances, etching
frozen layers thin

and in this peaceful
repetition, the mind-
expands-wrapping thought
in topical individualities

yet, when legs tire  or
temperature sinks well
below breathable depths,
the blades are removed
and the voices dim
until
all that remains
are the scars
recreation layers- remixing
the landscape-and
frozen leaves the art

Debts Unsettled

this photo is linked to Photo Art Friday.  Stop on over and check out the great Photo Art in the Galleries

Force of Nature

An Aerial View

A scene from the shaded Lea

Magnetism of Spectral Winds

Truck Passing Rocky Highway

Haven't had the opportunity to post anything here for a couple days.  Not sure when i'll get the time to do anything meaningful.  been a bit out of it past couple days.  Hopefully I'll get out to a show or have time to either paint or review a couple albums or books I've been meaning to do.  Anyhow, I just whipped this up.  The thought was that I wanted to do a drawing of a truck kicking up rocks as it passed a freeway.  I wanted to draw it as a child would.  Anyhow, just something to pass the void.  Thanks.

A Farewell to Friends

Nature: In Flight

Contrasting Scenes of Waves & Shore

I would like to thank Mister Paint for a few of his sticker sprays I used in part on each of these paintings.

Vortex

New Painting and Some Poetic Verse

A boy was walking his dog

Along a road made of brick and gold

Only to find a well exposed

To which I thought he should find it's valve

Stop the spill and make it safe

But what happened 

He could not know

He turned the lever

and the Oily mess ceased to flow

But when he turned to look at his dog

He realized his pup had turned into a raspberry glow

If he had a mirror there

He would have seen an unfamiliar stare

His flesh and his self

Conformed, transformed

into a bird dark and bright red 

In the park

That afternoon

the leash was dropped

but the loyal pup did not go

For soon

Someone would have to verify

All the zaniness that transpired

For mother is very fond

of the cats back home.