Tyra and I decided to paint the mountains today. So we packed up our painting supplies including a blanket to sit on and sat on the walkway area behind our house in a place that had a good view of the mountains.
One ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails And not the gales Which tells us the way to go.
Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate, As we voyage along through life. 'Tis the set of the soul That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife. -Ella Wheeler Wilcox
2 comments:
wow- those painting are so good- don't kid yourself!
You have really have talent, I'm going to keep watching your site :)
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