Beauty is hard to quantify I wouldn’t want to if I could It would take away all the joy and mystery and grace and other things not found in words or numbers
Antigua is an island bordered on one side by the Atlantic Ocean and on the other by the Caribbean Sea. The only things more beautiful than its beaches and the breeze filtering through the shade of its palm trees are its people. The word vacation comes from the Latin vacare – to be empty. IContinue reading “Antigua Sketchbook”
He carried an assortment of sour expressions in his pocket, each uglier than the one before, and slapped them across his face at the slightest provocation.
I bought a sketchbook on my way to work yesterday and needed to break it in with a quick sketch. At lunch I went to Central Park and came across this man playing saxophone. It finally feels like winter has retreated and left behind hopes for better days ahead. The melody is All The Way, writtenContinue reading “Citysketch: A saxophone in the park”
I pound the rice And my hands are chapped. Tonight, my young prince Will take them and sigh. Unknown author From Kamitsuke Poems from the Eastland Early 8th Century