Day Forty Nine This was my view today ( taken by another Vancouver Artist ) is I was driving back and forth with Troutdale. The sun came out mid-day, there is nothing like seeing the surrounding mountains covered in snow, while knowing spring is right around the corner. Time to visit the local nurseries for […]
Day Forty Eight”The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins.”—Soren Kierkegaard The brilliance of the Danes
Day Forty Sixyes, i misquoted something today, but in my defense I was only about 100 years off…the quote that stares at me each day, as I brush my teeth is:”We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then, is not an act, but a habit” – with my sincere gratitude to Aristotle (Born: 384 BC,
Day Forty FiveA loving reading for a loving day…HarryBakerPoetSomething sweet for Valentine’s Day
Day Forty FourEverywhere like a weedFlowering Berberis thrivesOregon Grape, the state flower
Day Forty TwoDensity gathering in clouds over the Columbia,split into two and moving slowly with the prevailing westerlies,Allowing a bright sun betweenReflected on small surface ripplesocean bound with the current,each driven by an unseen force, to one watching everything is in motioneach at its own speed.
