Daniel Clarke Art

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...

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 ...

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...

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 ...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

'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...

Historically speaking, The Original Los Angeles Flower Market has a proud heritage and family history that span nearly an entire century. Inspired by the success of local Japanese-American growers who had established the city's first major flower market in 1912 (the Southern California Flower...

Walking in the high desert, My heart was ever at ease. Whether in the noon day sun, Or in the evening breeze. My wonder never ceased. The burning sands around me, And God ...

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...

The green elm with the one great bough of gold Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, -- The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white, Harebell and scabious an...

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 ...

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...

The Lighthouse at Edgartown She shines her light for all the lost sailors passing by Her beam bright as the sun, flashing through the night sky The lighthouse, a soldier during the storms Standing tall, unafraid of the chaos Her light piercing through the storm...

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...

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...

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, ...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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 ...

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 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...

Portland Waterfront Blossoms I went down to mingle my breath with the breath of the cherry blossoms. There were photographers: Mothers arranging their children against gn...

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...

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...

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 ...

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;...

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...

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...

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...

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 ...

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...

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 ...

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...

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 ...

A huge diamond necklace in jewel store adorns the heavens’ bespangled attire; yet lest I’m thought reckless with metaphor, if into this ep...