For this blog I am focusing on sunrises I have caught on film and one painting finished this month.
I will
arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear
lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I
stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it
in the deep heart's core.
W .B. Yeats
Early Morning Mist: Oil on canvas
© Margaret Buffie
Good Morning Sunrise!
© Margaret Buffie
So lovely was the
loneliness
Of a wild lake,
with black rock bound,
And the tall
pines that towered around.
Edgar Allan Poe
© Margaret Buffie
A lake carries you into recesses
of feeling otherwise impenetrable.
William Wordsworth
© Margaret Buffie
Beneath their silvered film of haze.
Where mists and fogs in ghostly bands,
Vague, dim, clothed in spectral light;
Drift in from far-off haunted lands,
WW Campbell
© Margaret Buffie
The smoke from distant forests created startling contrasts
over the lake; changing the colours of misted blue to gray, black
and shock orange - as if a fireball had dropped onto the water.
Margaret Buffie
© Margaret Buffie
A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive
feature.
It is earth’s eye; looking into which the
beholder measures the depth
of his own nature.
Henry David Thoreau
© Margaret Buffie
Blue, limpid, mighty, restless lakes...
...Low rimmed in woods and mists, where wakes,
Through murk
and moon, the marsh bird’s cry.
Where ever on, through drive and drift...
WW Campbell
WW Campbell
© Margaret Buffie
Where fires of dawn responsive rise,
In answer to
your mystic speech.
Past lonely haunts of gull and loon,
Past solitude
of land-locked bays,
WW Campbell
© Margaret Buffie
So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.”
Robert Frost
© Margaret Buffie
Moody and withdrawn, the lake unites
a haunting
loveliness to a raw desolateness.
Dale Morgan
© Margaret Buffie
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
from up and down and still somehow
It's clouds illusions I recall....
Joni Mitchell
© Margaret Buffie
The sound of colors is so definite that it would be hard
to find anyone who would express yellow with base notes
or dark lake with treble.
Wassily Kandinsky
© Margaret Buffie
At sunrise
everything is luminous but not clear.
Norman Maclean
© Margaret Buffie
The trees giving thanks to the sun for another day.
Margaret Buffie
