sunrise brushstroke It was an early morning well rewarded: first waiting in the dark, next getting rained on periodically, then being treated to this living canvas of light, shadow, shifting forms, colour, and finally watching the Artist’s vivid brushstroke spread across the sky.
grape cluster What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes. ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning
calla lily We ascribe beauty to that which is simple; which has no superfluous parts; which exactly answers its end; which stands related to all things; which is the mean of many extremes. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
longing It was when I was happiest that I longed most… The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing… to find the place where all the beauty came from.” ~ C.S. Lewis, “Till We Have Faces”
romancing Lily Across the crowded ballroom Cal saw her. She was an elegant vision in white silk that took his breath away. At last he caught her eye. He flashed his debonair smile. She fluttered her eyelashes and blushed sweetly. Cal smoothly made his way towards her, his eyes never leaving her face. Lily glided over to him, her gown rippling in her wake. They met. He took her white gloved hand and kissed it, breathing, “My dear Lily, I’m utterly enchanted by your beauty. Shall we dance?”
curves “I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours.” ~ Oscar Wilde