curious

-by sibylle szaggars

may song

-by sibylle szaggars

moonrise from glacier point

-by ansel adams

master bedroom

-by andrew wyeth

blue morning glories

-by georgia o'keefe

vanishing animals ~ butterflies

c1986

echinacea purperea

maurice the dachshund

-by andy warhol

in a park

-by berthe morisot

the first woman to join the circle of the french impressionist painters, she exhibited in all but one of their shows, and, despite the protests of friends and family, continued to participate in their struggle for recognition. she was generally considered one of the most important women painters of the later 19th century, along with american artist mary cassatt.

happy mother's day!

blenko loves blenko

vase of irises & calla lilies

"my garden is my most beautiful masterpiece."

- claude monet

morisot - girl with greyhound

Daffodils - William Wordsworth

Daffodils
By William Wordsworth

I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.