These rough sketches, which are born in an instant in the heat of inspiration, express the idea of their author in a few strokes, while on the other hand too much effort and diligence sometimes saps the vitality and powers of those who never know when to leave off. ― Giorgio Vasari
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this container of pansies on a lunchtime walk around downtown Richmond, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
And it seemed to me that there were fires
Flying till dawn without number
And I never found out things-those
Strange eyes of his-what colour?
Everything trembling and singing and
Were you my enemy or my friend,
Winter was it or summer?
― Anna Akhmatova
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this flowering bush on a sunrise walk around my neighborhood. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
The starting point of all achievement is DESIRE. Keep this constantly in mind. Weak desire brings weak results, just as a small fire makes a small amount of heat.
― Napoleon Hill, Think and Grow Rich
Below is the original photo used to create this image. It’s a lovely sunset taken during a trip to Delaware in August, 2008. A simple snap from my Kodak Share camera.
What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
― Charles Bukowski
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this flowering bush outside of a restaurant in Midlothian, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
― Robert Frost
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this lovely and unusual flower in a small garden near my parking deck in downtown Richmond, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
The heat moved across the morning like an invisible truck, heavy and crushing, and with a hotter engine than the day before.
― Joe R. Lansdale, Honky Tonk Samurai
Below is the original photo used to create this image. A lovely summer sky, taken in a parking lot after shopping. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
The days seemed to float, merge in the heat of summer. Perhaps.
― Katherine Brabon, The Memory Artist
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found these lovely and unusual flowers in a small garden near my parking deck in downtown Richmond, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
August is that last flicker of fun and heat before everything fades and dies. The final moments of fun before the freeze. In the winter, everything changes.
― Rasmenia Massoud, You Don’t See Any of This
Below is the original photo used to create this image. While taking a walk around Floyd, VA, my parents and I came across a farmers’ market and this fantastic flower box. It was Mom’s favorite, so Mom, these flower-box kaleidoscopes are for you! No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
I can speak to my soul only when the two of us are off exploring deserts or cities or mountains or roads.
― Paulo Coelho, Aleph
Below is the original photo used to create this image. This was taken on my last night in Arizona, just outside of Mesa during a recent vacation. The skies had been almost crystal clear, and I was grateful to have a vibrant sunset, I kept excusing myself from dinner to run out to the parking lot to take more pictures. I especially love how the cloud formation looks like a bird in flight, a Phoenix perhaps…? No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
“I’ve crossed these sands many times,” said one of the camel drivers one night. “But the desert is so huge, and the horizons so distant, that they make a person feel small, and as if he should remain silent.”
The boy understood intuitively what he meant, even without ever having set foot in the desert before. Whenever he saw the sea, or a fire, he fell silent, impressed by their elemental force.
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
Below is the original photo used to create this image. This was taken at the Grand Canyon during a morning hike along the southern rim on the Greenway Trail. I’m still fascinated by the stark beauty of this dead tree, juxtaposed against the vibrant green of the pine and the watercolor sky. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
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