The Winding Banks of the Susquehanna by t. j. nixon

Tha Winding Banks of the Susquehanna ; oil painting by t. j. nixon . The Susquehanna river is a portal of smooth and abrupt transitions . So much relies apon the Susquehanna to do its job of moving water . The land and banks of this river are verdurly fertile . Farm fields full of crops are planted in curving and winding rows echoeing the rivers sinuous banks . In spring a field plkanted with corn is now in summer a sea of maze. Everything appears like patch work quilt pattertns when seen from this rivers edge . The Susquehanna is a giver to life and of life .Everyday can be a joy and pleasure to behold the winding banks of the Susquehanna .

Sunset by t. j. nixon

Sunset by t. j. nixon , a photo by t.nixon85 on Flickr.

Drink in our world and toast to life . Swallow all of the days . Some days end perfectly . Love ...

A Wild Flower by t. j. nixon

A Wild Flower by t. j. nixon , a photo by t.nixon85 on Flickr.

Beauty is every where . Lets keep looking to see . Some days are covered with gauze and problems . Sunset comes and yet the light shines still in a quiet moment . Solutions come in the shadows of the last minute .

Waiting Patiently for Fruit to Ripen by t. j. nixon

Darkness at Days End by t. j. nixon In a shell of quiet our universe whispers. Review of days events manifest thought waves . Reflections reverberate through the night . Conclusions dawn on the brink of tired sleep reveal . Tracks on a distant hill echoing the question. Validation ? Validation ? Validation ? Morning light may come with clarity .

The Hills are Alive by t. j. nixon

The hills are alive and roll to valleys shedding water . With a kiss of blue air  and touch of clear sky . Natures bouquet works wonders . Welcoming arms hug lovingly and give generous balance .

Black-eyed Susan looking blue by t. j. nixon

The Plum Tree by t. j. nixon ;In the winter your naked branches became perches for brightly colored birds . In spring time your branches became electric with paper white blossom .In summer your fruit ripened to maturity so sweet . In a short time the birds will be first at the banquet of warm plums. The fall will color your leaves bright . Not bad for one season !

Pickle Making Time by t. j. nixon ; August in my garden. No fanfare of loud horn . A morning shower.Thyme , parsley,oregano , basil and tons of chive .Star shaped yellow flowers will become Kirby and German cucumbers . Time to find that pickle receipe !

Nella Fantisia by t. j. nixon

Our earth is L'isle joyeuse. Gold orange orbs dance cool blue green vibs around all. The way is paved to L'isle joyeuse. Embrace our mother and take care . Love

A Pattern in the Randomness of Being by t. j. nixon

Angels toss roses down for you and me.White lilies gently descend.Olive branches float high.A daisy crown awaits all.Pink doves hover in a warm blue sky.Sun yellow rays explode orange. For all to see .For all to know. Peace.....