From my watercolor sketchbook.

Of rocks and water......

From my watercolor sketch book.....

When does rock surrender to water,

I need to know, to teach my daughter.

Does constant flow of rippling streams,

Convince the stone to open seams,

Until the seams become a crack,

And then a chasm back to back.

So which is stronger would you say,

The canyon walls or waterway,

That curves and carves its way to sea.

The solid rock gives quietly.

The years of constant wearing drip,

Swirling current on rocky ship,

Where solid bow and stern must shift.

Against the frothy churn neath cliff.

I bow to water’s liquid ways,

The sparkling wave of sunny days,

That catch the light and sing their song,

Smooth stones beneath in polished throng.

The elements of brook and stone,

Each have a strength to call their own.

Majestic jut of basalt walls,

Are only there when river calls.

Repeated rush round river’s bend,

Becomes the crash of currents blend…

Of froth and foam that’s dashing wild,

Creating cliffs that so beguile.

We cannot choose that which is the best,

The stream with fish, the cliff with nest.

We simply marvel at the scene,

The canyon’s peace, the water’s gleam.

Autumn from my watercolor sketch book.

"For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
For flowers that bloom about our feet;
For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet;
For song of bird, and hum of bee;
For all things fair we hear or see,
Father in heaven, we thank Thee!"
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

A trip through the deep woods in autumn would inspire any artist! I did these last fall.....sharing from my sketch book.