Friday, November 21, 2014


In my sketchbook.  
A distant horizon over black water.

Hopeful Horizon

A cropped version, showing the skyline a little better with greys and whites to indicate a passing storm, perhaps.

Hope is not always the "thing with wings" which Emily Dickinson described.  Sometimes it can be a vast amount of dark water, but the promise of a lighter horizon.  All we have to do to attain the bright promise is keep sailing towards it.


debwardart said...

Keep on sailing! Love ya.

Autumn Leaves said...

Perfect words for me today, Rhonda. Love that you were able to maintain such an even distribution of graphite here.

Lisa Le Quelenec said...

Keep sailing on.
Best wishes :o)

Sadami said...

Hope never spreads her golden wings but on unfathomable seas.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)
Kind regards, Sadami

Debbie Nolan said...

Dear Rhonda - great example and wonderful thought. Hope you are seeing a great horizon. Have a wonderful day.

RH Carpenter said...

Thanks, Deb, Sherry, Lisa, Sadami (such pretty words!), and Debbie. The graphite (5B) just went on smoothly in the stetchbook, Sherry - must be good paper.