Bluefish Cove, Point Lobos I believe that an artist, fashioning his imaginary worlds Out of his own agony and ecstasy, Is a benefactor to us all. But the worst error we can commit Is to mistake his imaginary worlds for the real one. What I Believe
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Joseph Kleitsch
Laguna on a Cloudy Day, (Reproduction) There is always a choice between the possible and the impossible. (Note to self: It is better to be tossed in your own sea than secured to anyone else’s anchor.)
Ray Bradbury
Merced River, Yosemite All you umpires, back to the bleachers. Referees, hit the showers. It’s my game. I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases. At sunset, I’ve won or lost. At sunrise, I’m out again, giving it the old try. And no one can help me. Not even you. Fahrenheit 451: Coda
William Butler Yeats
Whaler’s Cove, Point Lobos Come away, O human child! To the waters, and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. The Stolen Child (Note to self: I have no problem with guns – it’s the bullets I’m worried about.)
Alfred Sisley
Moret-sur-Loing (Reproduction) It’s not easy being purple in a red and blue world. In a black and white world, it’s not easy being a shade of grey. The thing is, there are a lot of maybes in a world of yes or no; A lot of sometimes in a world of always or never; AndContinue reading “Alfred Sisley”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Headland Cove, Point Lobos I admit that twice two makes four is an excellent thing, but if we are to give everything it’s due, twice two makes five is sometimes a very charming thing too. Fyodor Dostoyevsky ~ Notes from the Underground
George K. Brandriff
Cannery Row, Newport Beach (Reproduction) People tell themselves stories in order to make sense of the world. They believe the stories are true, even when they are not. (Note to self: The illusion of an illusion is that is not an illusion.) S. M. Hart ~ How to Crochet During the Apocalypse
Dylan Thomas
Rockaway Beach Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, In the moon that is always rising, Nor that riding to sleep I should hear him fly with the high fields And wake to the farm forever fledContinue reading “Dylan Thomas”
Pierre-August Renoir
The Pont des Artes, Paris 1867-68 (Reproduction) I appreciate my shadow. It introduces me to people, It admires every view with me, It does Tai Chi with me in the morning and walks with me in the afternoon. If I ever take up golf, it will be my caddy. S. M. Hart
Bluefish Cove, Point Lobos
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea. Dylan Thomas ~ Fern Hill
Objects in a Bag 