The quarrel of the sparrows in the eves,
The full round moon and the star laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever singing leaves,
Had hid away the earths old and weary cry.

And then you came with those mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the worlds tears,
And all the trouble of her labouring ships,
And all the trouble of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves,
Are shaken with the earths old and weary cry.



some new paintings

The horse guy is going to be painted in grays and glazed over in color. The portrait and windmill are done I guess.


Something to look forward to

some places I love

lets see, we've got
The woods behind Quarry Farm
Jackson Hole
and New York State


clouds rolled in from Nebraska

These are both Wyoming photos. One is in spring in the Swan Valley area and the other is further southwest on the Utah boarderline during the summer. Its hard to be anywhere when you could be here.