Daniel Clarke Art

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...

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...

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, ...

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...

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...

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...

Oh, summer has clothed the earth In a cloak from the loom of the sun! And a mantle, too, of the skies' soft blue, And a belt where the rivers run. And now for the kiss of the w...

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...

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...

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 ...

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...

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...

Cherry blossoms on the tree, Their scent of sweetness is divine. There are grapes and berries in the woods, Springing forth upon their vines. To pick and taste their sweetnes...

Not only the cultivated ones in parks and gardens, unfolding immaculate petals on a terrace or trellis, and not just the wild ones, kissed by elegant birds in jungle foliage, or ...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Griffith Observatory is a facility in Los Angeles, California, sitting on the south-facing slope of Mount Hollywood in Los Angeles' Griffith Park. It commands a view of the Los Angel...

I behold you as the solitary flower On the ends of a branch-let Ah, your fragrance travels miles Gratifying even the dull insects! You are a naive pinnate white Dazzle in yo...

Two boats in a fountain, So close to you and me, Can't we love as lovers, While we drift out to the sea Two boats in a fountain, Lovers love whenever free, Hope to see you wh...

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 ...

A rose can say I love you and want you to be mine, A rose can say I thank you for being so very kind, A rose can say congratulations, whatever the occasion may be, A rose can say ...

Under the Nérac La France Bridge there flows the Baïse And our loves recall how then After each sorrow joy came back again Let night come on bells end the day The days go b...

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...

On one cloudy day I found you in a pond. The murky waters shimmered from the inklings of light that crept through the clouds. As I inched closer and closer To the pond Y...

Summer skies above the cliffs teem with birds hang gliding in the air currents; it is a place where one can breathe. Breathing fresh ocean air without a care in the world, we a...

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...

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 ...

Tranquility, one does not find on modern Waikiki One only imagines what use to be Tall hotels and shops dot every space Serving the millions who come to this place. The beach...

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...

Kingdom of heaven The hand of God seen on earth Springs, water of life Even heated days Sees Zion's people at play Summer days and nights Cool crisp and breezy Trail it in...

In old Palm Springs, north, just beyond the charming attempts at glamour, trunks of big palm trees look like elephants' legs: parched, dermatological checked, and weary. The Ear...

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;...

My heart is poinsettia red, You have filled it with Your own dear blood, My love in return to all others spread, None do You exclude, tho you could. Our efforts to give wax s...

Stretching from San Diego to Sonoma, the 21 missions of Alta California are storied reminders of California and our nation's past. Few regions of the world have such a physical, visu...

If you looked into my window I wonder if you could see History unfold from the depth of my soul Like an ocean the bottom runs deep. If you took a piece of my heart, I wo...

Does your mystical shape ever cease, Is it eternal, does it breathe? Are the rocks true Gods ? Or merely mortal rods ? For lightning never strikes, At the summit of your grand...

'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 ...

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...

A year ago I breathed the Italian air, - And yet, methinks this northern Spring is fair,- These fields made golden with the flower of March, The throstle singing on the feathered ...

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 ...

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...

Sing to me, Autumn, with the rustle of your leaves. Breathe on me your spicy scents that flow within your breeze. Dance with me, Autumn, your waltz that bends the boughs of tree...

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...

In afternoon play of light and shadow across the canyon, the pale-green flush of early grass, muted blue of new grown sage, and yellow flash of balsamroot are scrutinized...

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 ...

I feel so bad I got a worried mind I'm so lonesome all the time Since I left my baby behind On Blue Bayou Saving nickles, saving dimes Working til the sun don't shine Looking f...

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...

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...

Visions of a perfect getaway Sweet Charm To Disarm Surrending To An Ocean View Starting Anew Sweet Ocean’s Melody to hear Drawing one near A beaming full moon cas...

Lone ampitheatre! Grey Coliseum! Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! At length, at length — after so many days Of weary pilgrimage, and burning thirst, (Thirst for the springs of love [lore] that in thee lie,) I kneel, an altered, and an humble man, Amid thy shadows, and so drink within My very soul thy grandeur, gloom, and glory. Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld! Silence and Desolation! and dim Night! Gaunt vestibules! and phantom-peopled aisles! I feel ye now: I feel ye in your strength! O spells more sure then [than] e’er Judæan king Taught in the gardens of Gethsemane! O charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee Ever drew down from out the quiet stars! Here, where a hero fell, a column falls: Here, where the mimic eagle glared in gold, A midnight vigil holds the swarthy bat: Here, where the dames of Rome their yellow hair Wav’d to the wind, now wave the reed and thistle: Here, where on ivory couch...

Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! At length—at length—after so many days ...

Each battle their swords clash mighty men stagger back, with every hack and slash little cracks break into those blades. Each force of energy carves a new path-- victories told ...

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 ...

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...

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...

Arguably the most distinctive and historic structure in Old Pasadena, Castle Green turns heads with its architectural pedigree and prowess: Experts note sty...

ADRIFT! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town? So sailors say, on yesterday, 5 Just as the ...