Daniel Clarke Art

Santa Barbara is a city on the central California coast, with the Santa Ynez Mountains as dramatic backdrop. Downtown, Mediterranean-style white stucco buildings with red-tile roofs ...

Thirty-two years since, up against the sun, Seven shapes, thin atomies to lower sight, Labouringly leapt and gained thy gabled height, And four lives paid for what the seven had won. They were the first by whom the deed was done, And when I look at thee, my mind takes flight To that day's tragic feat of manly might, As though, till then, of history thou hadst none. Yet ages ere men topped thee, late and soon Thou watch'dst each night the planets lift and lower; Thou gleam'dst to Joshua's pausing sun and moon, And brav'dst the tokening sky when Caesar's power Approached its bloody end: yea, saw'st that Noon When darkness filled the earth till the ninth hour. Wish to climb the summit of the Matterhorn To ride in horse-drawn carriages in the village of Zermatt Journeying through train to Jungfraujoch Riding cable cars and gondolas over the Lauterbrunnen Valley Visiting flourishing flower gardens in Interlaken Enjoying the Swiss Transport Museum in Lucerne Wish to write about the beauty of Lake Geneva From within the halls of the famed Chateau de Chillon...

Avalon Chimes Take your ships and your sailors, to that island of the sky, take them all to Avalon, where the dreamers fly. The gentle winds breeze, the voice of a longing ...

I looked out from my window, and I saw Venice, my Venice, naked in the sun— Sad, faded, and unutterably forlorn!— But still unutterably beautiful. For days and days I wandered up and down— Holding my breath in awe and ecstasy,— Following my husband to familiar haunts, Making acquaintance with his well-loved friends, Whose faces I had only seen in dreams And books and photographs and his careless talk. For days and days—with sunny hours of rest And musing chat, in that cool room of ours, Paved with white marble, on the Grand Canal; For days and days—with happy nights between, Half-spent, while little Katie lay asleep Out on the balcony, with the moon and stars. O Venice, Venice!—with thy water-streets— Thy gardens bathed...

Philippines Environs She was broken up Into seven thousand One hundred seven pieces Of unproportionate sizes Mother Nature compensated her With the longest coastline In the whole world The deepest point On the planet That man can ever dive And the most biologically diverse Waters of Mother Earth More diverse than the clouds And stars above. She is as pure And beautiful As the Mother Pearl Lying in the heart Of the Orient Seas Her beauty captivated millions They want her Keep her As their very own. But her beauty Has its own curse Nature puts her On fire On the edges Of the largest ocean on Earth In the Pacific Ring Of Fire. She is as just big As the Mini Mouse Compared with the Giant Panda Its breadth and dimension Have been laid down Since time immemorial In accordance with the laws of men and God Anchored by the values Of equality and respect. Her territorial jurisdiction Is just enough for her children to settle And divide among themselves Yet super powers Of different colors want Her bluest seas Her whitest shores Her longest coastline Her deepest waters Her volcano which peak Claims the sky with the Most perfect cone in the whole world And the Philippine Eagle...

The sun beats down across the California desert walls and its cracked dry ground was hard as a rock. You could see windmills in a distance of the heat wave turning in slow m...

Red Barn Eastern Oregon You are the Cascade peak cloaked in white that rises above Portland’s skyline—my mountain-temple, shining. You are Mt. Hood. You are sheer spires ...

Morro Bay is a seaside city in San Luis Obispo County, California. Located on the Central Coast of California, the city population was 10,757, as of the 2020 census, up from 10,234 a...

Mission San Juan Capistrano The iron bells sleep, and the trickling fountain softly murmurs prayers. The gilded church sits in the desert, an oasis of spiritual liqueur. I...

Eagle Rock Hillside. In the Northeast Los Angeles lies the charming district known as Eagle Rock. Hills and valleys with houses nestled on hilltops. A Plein Air marvel to be sure...

Cannes is a city located on the French Riviera. It is a commune located in the Alpes-Maritimes department, and host city of the annual Cannes Film Festival, Midem, and Cannes Lions I...

Along the south coast, there are areas where glacial rivers flow over volcanic rock and create a spectacle of colors. You may have seen pictures of the yellow river...

Perfection exists in the form of blue eyes two arm thick waists and Malibu skies Perfection exists in thick sultry words free of fallacy too undeterred What is good? Wha...

Bixby Creek is a gash in the Palisades that bleeds fresh water into the Pacific. -John Charles Frémont Its opened spandrels seem supportive to a d...

Come out into the evening streets of the Latin Quarter. The green light lessens in the west. The city laughs and liveliest her fervid pulse of pleasure ...

Across the Serengeti plain our matriarch would lead, Dining on the guarri fruit, and gum acacia seeds. Upon our sweet green namesake grass our bellies we would fill, I'd visit wit...

San Juan Islands Stuart Island Lighthouse Sitting on a rock, sweatpants and sneakers Long hair, skinny, looking out, wind blows Fir tree needles s...

The tide pools of Point Loma rival any others in the state. At low tide this place is no secret. Locals and tourists alike have heard about this place and will take their kids out to...

Many men Have searched all over Tuscany and never found What I found there, the heart of the light Itself shelled and leaved, balancing On filaments themselves falling. The sec...

Appian Way all roads lead to Rome. Your walls have crumbled down to dust Your memory's in decay While time records your earthly lust with statues by the way Fragmented piece...

Looking out the window I was transfixed by the trees The outside edge of a vast forest It was autumn and I admired the various colors of the leaves I felt as if I were on pins and...

Acrylic on canvas board Forever he rules the land with regal regard as his roar sings. The pride of a Lion as he thunders announcing he is the king. His mane of gold and eye...

I walked from the big house to the villas In the cool of the late Tuscan night I smelt wheat grass and orange blossom I heard owls and night birds And rustling in the grass I sa...

Combine a dramatic coastline and mystical forest with a rich history of world-class accommodations, warm hospitality, expert service and grand recreation. … It’s no wonder Pebble...

In 1977, Studio 54 opened in New York’s red-light district, northwest of Times Square. The blinged-out club — located in a former opera house that cost at least $400,000 to renov...

The grandeur of a majestic mountain standing proud against the horizon with its snow-capped peak enveloped in fleecy white clouds against a clear azure blue sky The glorious m...

'Happiness is.... Walking the streets of Paris & breathing in the magical scents of the boulangeries on the winter air.' I replied 'Happiness is.... Walking in ...

Once when I was living in the heart of a pomegranate, I heard a seed saying, “Someday I shall become a tree, and the wind will sing in my branches, and the sun will dance on my l...

Oregon, I remember you. The way your trees were unregretful and made imploring love to the rounded breasts of the sky. Tumble down to Portland in a jeep and see men so poor they have no home standing in line for soup. Standing in line for hymns, hope, a place without razor blades and naysayers to sleep. Tumble down to Portland and see the questions in their faces, the lost yet the found. The lines of mankind are long. No one to hold your place. Glisten in the evening rain...

It's winter in Wisconsin And the gentle breezes blow Seventy miles an hour At twenty-five below. Oh, how I love Wisconsin When the snow's up to your butt You take a breath of w...

Big Sur is living poetry. Grace in physical form. Love exemplified. You come to Big Sur looking for “somethingâ€

The woman in the hotel pool swam in steady lengths, mindless of the Mediterranean, the yellow sun on harbor walls, the dance of docked white yachts. Mindless as well of my gin and tonic, or Robert Graves, buried in the thick crus...

As I sit by the table and observe the flowers and Martini sprinkled with little purple weeds, dotted with clumps of yellow daffodils, I think about how much I love flowers. Roses...

Can one conceive of any reason for a flower's beauty excepting our ability to enjoy their exquisite splendor? Of course there are scientific reasons for flowers beautiful colors such...

La Nature Nature is beautiful nature is fun love it or hate it nature is something to love nature is god's gift to us Nature Nature we love wate and feed nature Nature w...

Situated just two hours north of Los Angeles, four hours from the Silicon Valley, and only 30 minutes from Santa Barbara lies the Santa Ynez Valley. On arri...

On this little pool where the sunbeams lie, This tawny gold ring where the shadows die, God doth enamel the blue of His sky. Through the scented dark when the night wind sighs, ...

A long array of cherry blossoms marching in the daylight are shimmering in white, pink and fuchsia. And as they pass through where I stand, they stop: To caress my open pal...

Art Deco palm trees sway their hula skirts in perfect unison against a backdrop of gorgeous blue, and for you I would try it, though I have always forbidden myself to write poem...

In the garden abstract reality awaits us as the flower plants make their way across the field of dreams, awaking dear Sally your entrance to the garden is waiting Acrylic on paper...

He played by the river when he was young. He raced with rabbits along the hills, He fished for minnows, and climbed and swung, And hooted back at the whippoorwills. Strong and sl...

Such oval colored shapes The wonder of these lovely grapes The skin when punctured, slowly bleeds Uncolored juice with tiny seeds To taste the nectar so fresh and sweet As tongu...

The Santa Ynez Valley is located in Santa Barbara County, California, between the Santa Ynez Mountains to the south and the San Rafael Mountains to the north. The Santa Ynez River flows through the valley from east to west. The Santa Ynez Valley is separated from the Los Alamos Valley, to the northwest, by the Purisima Hills, and from the Santa Maria Valley by the Solomon Hills.[1][2] The Santa Rita Hills separate the Santa Ynez Valley from the Santa Rita and Lompoc Valleys to the west.[3][4][5] The valley has a population of about 20,000 residents living in the communities of Solvang, Los Olivos...

Lopez Island is the third largest of the San Juan Islands and an unincorporated town in San Juan County, Washington, United States The ancestors of today's Northern Straits Coast ...

In the Latin Quarter of Paris, knowledge, creativity, and human endeavor rise up through every ancient corner. This is a neighborhood of intellects and accomplishments. Join us, as w...

Beautiful Bougainvilleas Blooming all over Throughout my garden In vivid white And pleasing pink You appeal me so much Though not at all fragrant You appear Magnificent in m...

In the autumn's light, the chateau glows Until the darkness takes over And then, we kiss that eternal kiss While the night falls into a million stars And the moon's blue light fa...

An upscale lounge well known, For its ambiance and specialty cocktail, Which includes live entertainment dancers, On stage, in fine detail. While a glamorous female stood in f...

In our courtyard small garden of so many flowers Are the plants in competition with each other? Oleander, different kinds of hibiscus, bougainvillea White Jasminum sambac and red ...

The empty harbor's waters glitter like so many diamonds, her fishing boats dot the horizon of the open sea beyond. Summer skies above the cliffs teem with birds hang gliding in...

The Coast Road stretches south The somber cover of high fog cleared off at eventide and from the south the helicopter gunship came in staccato, growing sound up the coast, explo...

Napa Vista no. 30 More than 400 wineries dot the fertile soils of Napa Valley, one of the world’s premier wine regions and famous for its prized Cabernet Sauvignon. Stroll throu...

Swiss Alps Vista acrylic on canvass board ’T is morn: with gold the verdant mountain glows; More high, the snowy peaks with hues of rose. 25 Far stretched beneath t...

I sit in a shady place upon a hill lingers my gaze two children putting up a race a gloomy smile adorns my face the darkness of my room at home envelopes my ...

Every now and then I visit the park It's beautiful in autumn As if spring sleeps on the ground But then there my lover is Wearing her summer smile Dancing in the autumn breeze ...

Holland is famous for its struggle against water, for dikes, abundance of meadows, canals, windmills, wooden shoes and the tulips. Ask anyone; anywhere to name things that are "def...

The city of Florence lies in the historic valley of Tuscany , Along the banks of the Arno river, surrounded by hills of scenic beauty ! Here during the first century BC , the conquering Romans established their ‘Colonia Florentina’, To settle the war veterans of Caesar’s army in Northern Italia ! But later after the fall of Rome...

Abstract Impressionism is an art movement that originated in New York City, in the 1940s. It involves the painting of a subject such as real-life scenes, objects, or people (portrait...

I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too. Iâ...

Take me to a place where the sun always shines, so I may venture outside to find what makes my soul thrive," Brownlowe read out loud to a woman named Nicole, who asked for a poem abo...