I'm consistently impressed by the number of creative and talented artists that live in my general vicinity. Today and tomorrow I'm going to keep words to a minimum here and share some photos from the Wyoming Area Creative Arts Community's current exhibit, Impressions in Nature's Elements. First, though, I want to share a new word I learned: pyrography. It means wood burning, with a heated metallic point. Normal rants and raves will undoubtedly return next week.
duck in flight -- dave freemore
the garden concierge -- b.t. johnson
grandma's flowers -- judy franke
jar flowers -- tree croyle
glass works series -- jonas johnson
all God's children -- judy franke
Oscar Wilde : Impressions
I Les Silhouettes The sea is flecked with bars of grey, The dull dead wind is out of tune, And like a withered leaf the moon Is blown across the stormy bay. Etched clear upon the pallid sand Lies the black boat: a sailor boy Clambers aboard in careless joy With laughing face and gleaming hand. And overhead the curlews2 cry, Where through the dusky upland grass The young brown-throated reapers pass, Like silhouettes against the sky. II La Fuite de la Lune3 To outer senses there is peace, A dreamy peace on either hand Deep silence in the shadowy land, Deep silence where the shadows cease. Save for a cry that echoes shrill From some lone bird disconsolate; A corncrake4 calling to its mate; The answer from the misty hill. And suddenly the moon withdraws Her sickle from the lightening skies, And to her sombre cavern flies, Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.
Oscar Wilde (1855-1900) 1881
FOOTNOTES 1 the title can be translated as impressions or sketches; 2 brown plumaged wading bird with large, curved beak and distinctive forlorn cry; 3 the flight of the moon; 4 inland bird with sharp repetitive call
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