In my sketchbook.
Graphite.
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.
6 comments:
Keep on sailing! Love ya.
Perfect words for me today, Rhonda. Love that you were able to maintain such an even distribution of graphite here.
Keep sailing on.
Best wishes :o)
Hope never spreads her golden wings but on unfathomable seas.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)
Kind regards, Sadami
Dear Rhonda - great example and wonderful thought. Hope you are seeing a great horizon. Have a wonderful day.
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.
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