when good weather attacks

Breath

by J. Daniel Beaudry

Tree, gather up my thoughts

like the clouds in your branches.
Draw up my soul
like the waters in your root.

 In the arteries of your trunk
bring me together.
Through your leaves

breathe out the sky.

who knows the guy with the grumpy face?

Think Like a Tree

by Karen I. Shragg

Soak up the sun

Affirm life's magic

Be graceful in the wind

Stand tall after a storm

 Feel refreshed after it rains
Grow strong without notice
Be prepared for each season
Provide shelter to strangers

 
Hang tough through a cold spell
Emerge renewed at the first signs of spring
Stay deeply rooted while reaching for the sky

Be still long enough to
hear your own leaves rustling.


This is a c bad recording, but a really good song. It's the only video I could find.
What the hey band(gahh)?

Crowded House: Tall Trees Lyrics

Songwriters: Neil Finn;Tim Finn
Watch out big ships are waiting
Salt frozen on your cheek
I saw a girl and boy arriving
And a steamer put out to sea

Tall tree
Stand in the distance
Remember
When you were green
Don't wipe
The salt from your skin
You must keep running the distance

Sun sleeps on misty morning
Light years from channel three
I feel halfway to zero
Call me a hero I might just agree

Tall tree
Stand in the distance
Remember
When you were green
Don't wipe
The salt from your skin
You must keep running the distance

And the roses you grow
Have a powerful scent
They'll be breaking your heart
By the morning

I feel halway to zero
Call me a hero I might just agree

Tall tree
Stand in the distance
Remember
When you were green
Don't wipe
The salt from your skin
Tall tree
Tall tree
Don't wipe
The salt from your skin
You must keep running the distance

roccobarocco spring 2011

3D

In this exhibit I was astounded by the sculpture.Trying to look at art through every side.

There were all types of different puzzles & pieces all connected together in some way, to create a whole. Some of them were sheets of music and snow covered mountains.

 Every single hand was of a different person. There were small, youthful, smooth hands to large hands with signs of age.

In this piece by John Taylor, I enjoyed looking through the layers.

When I saw this piece I thought it looks just like the style of my ceramics teacher, from years ago. Then I looked at the name, and saw it was hers, indeed.

All photos were taken by my guy.