my calypso

we are all a gift to each other

[lawrenceleemagnuson]

Camille Pissarro (France 1830-1903) Landscape at Hébécourt (1890) watercolor and charcoal on paper 13 x 21.8 cm

[artist-whistler]

Pink Note: The Novelette via James McNeill Whistler

Size: 15.56x25.4 cm Medium: watercolor

[whitetornpaper]

A4 pencil on paper

[inspiring-pho2os]

[jensawesomeworld]

[gentle-cottage]

[wildflowers-for-june]

[huariqueje]

Overturned Cup on Raspberries - Carducius Plantagenet Ream

American , 1837-1917

Oil on canvas, 12 x 16 1/4 in. 30.5 x 41.3 cm.

[ymutate]

Cat In the Summer Meadow, by Bruno Liljefors, 1920

[nightlyquotes]

“In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about ever again. But you do.”

— C.S. Lewis, The Wonder Years

[leonardospoetry]

And there is the thing that one does, the needle one plies, the work, and within that work a chance to take thoughts that are hot and formless and to place them slowly and with meticulous effort into some shapely heat-retaining form, even as the gods, or nature, or the soundless wheels of time have made forms all across the soft, curved universe—that is to say, having chosen to claim my life, I have made for myself, out of work and love, a handsome life.

Mary Oliver

[roominthecastle]

Siegfried Farnon is based on eccentric vet Donald Sinclair, who Peter Wright worked closely with in his early career.

"You know, Donald died unexpectedly. And that morning, I remember the phone going, Jim Wight rang me to say Donald's died. Jim said, 'It's going to be a duller world without Donald Sinclair.' By gosh, it was. It has been."

[oldfarmhouse]

[huariqueje]

Christmas - Paul Batch , 2020.

American, b. 1979 -

Oil on panel , 8 x 10 in.

[huariqueje]

Late Night Snow - Jeremy Miranda , 2024.

American , b. 1980 -

Acrylic on board , 10 x 12 in.

[artpropelled]

Anne Skyum Høgfeldt

[leonardospoetry]

And there is the thing that one does, the needle one plies, the work, and within that work a chance to take thoughts that are hot and formless and to place them slowly and with meticulous effort into some shapely heat-retaining form, even as the gods, or nature, or the soundless wheels of time have made forms all across the soft, curved universe—that is to say, having chosen to claim my life, I have made for myself, out of work and love, a handsome life.

Mary Oliver