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New Releases 2021-5

Autumn Fires

In the other gardens
   And all up in the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
   See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over, 
   And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
   The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
   Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
   Fires in the fall! 

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. 

~ Robert Frost


Click art images below for information on each piece.

Celebrate Autumn 2021

Sand and Serenity Framed.jpg

 "Sand and Serenity" 

meet the ocean blue,

As the seed of summer's

grasses touch the

autumn sky's hue . . .

Giclée Print

Blue Inflorescence Framed.jpg

"Blue Inflorescence" 

bursts with a joyful calm,

Bidding adieu to summer's

heat like a cooling balm . . .

Giclée Print

Lantz Mill Framed.jpg

The historic "Lantz Mill" 

takes me back in time,

When harvested grains

 made the roller's chorus,

a grinding chime.

Giclée Print

General's March Framed.jpg

Giclée Canvas or Print

What a magnificent horse

is "General's March" . . .

Feel his power in a 

cadence strong; 

and the lined stroke of

grace as he moves along . . .

Regal Gentleman Framed.jpg

A "Regal Gentleman" 

upon his bare

and berried branch,

peering down upon

an autumn

leaf avalanche . . .

Giclée Print

Giclée Print

2021 No Place Like Home framed.jpg

Giclée Print

Every autumn leads

to the winter to come,

with snowy dreams

because there's

"No Place Like Home" 


Sonnet 73

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum’d by that which it was nourished by.
   This thou perceiv’st which makes thy love more strong,
   To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

~ William Shakespeare  

Click any image below to view a PDF full tearsheet
of October 2021-5

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"Listen! The wind is rising,
and the air is wild with leaves,
we have had our
summer evenings,
now for October eves." 

~ Humbert Wolfe

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