Daniel Clarke Art

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...

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 ...

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...

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...

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;...

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 ...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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

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

The dreamed Christmas, flakes shaken out of silences so far and starry we can't sleep for listening for papery rustles out there in the night and wake to find our ceiling glimmering, the day a psaltery of light. So we're out over the snow fields before it's all seen off with a salt-lick of Atlantic air, then home at dusk, snow-blind from following chains of fox and crow and hare, to a fire, a roasting bird, a ringing phone, and voices wondering where we are. A day foretold by images of glassy pond, peasant and snowy roof over the holy child iconed in gold. Or women shawled...

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 golden light becomes stronger as it shows the silhouettes of orange rock in the dried landscape. Lines formed from endless winds begin to form and the first rays beam across t...

Mount Hood is a potentially active stratovolcano in the Cascade Volcanic Arc. It was formed by a subduction zone on the Pacific coast and rests in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States. It is located about 50 miles (80 km) east-southeast of Portland, on the border between Clackamas and Hood River...

On the beach, Sunday afternoon I applaud you, my homeland .. . this Golden State! From Coronado Island... to the Golden Gate We live on the edge of a continent... With masses of land that stretch out to the sea One can lie on the beach . .. and drink in the breeze Our glorious coastline, the Central Valley...

Son of the old Moon-mountains African! Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodile! We call thee fruitful, and that very while A desert fills our seeing's inward span: Nurse of swart nati...

Sedona Cathedral consciousness conceived as complex matrices patterns contained within patterns. magnetic anomaly brainwave synchronization unrecognized vortex activity locatio...

After a cool spring rain near Palm Springs the California landscape looks so inviting full of flowers desert joy and impressionism blissfulness :: Painting :: Impressionist :: This p...

In the dead of night when silence reigns Among dancing flames his kind face smiles Lily white beard circling chin, eyes so deep Love’s warmth defies iciness of death That chill...

The rocks, lean fingers of the land, Reach out into the sea And cool themselves, all day long, In the tide drippingly. They catch the seaweed in them And the...

n the sea at the end of the west Curves of orange vermillion Mathematical perfection with the sunset It leaps, it vaults over: Like an arrow straight it flies Out of the fog - sky bridge Like a flowing golden gown...

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 ...

Your lips are like a southern lily red, Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, In which the brown bee buries deep its head, When still the dawn's a silver sea of light. ...

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...

The canal stream is made of glass and only birds break the water edge to pose as though painted. My ticket is for the Chinese junk screened by bending mulberry trees on t...

Bistros, Barristas, or Café Coffee My soul craves for coffee Our sorrows- a storm in coffee cup When we supped, Let them get engulfed For today, my turn Just to listen and...

For the traveler who comes in from the sea, Lisbon, even from afar, rises like a fair vision in a dream, clear-cut against a bright blue sky which the sun gladdens with its gold. And...

Ocean breeze on my face, What a wonderful place. The ocean and air, The birds with no cares. It is a day to remember, So fine, So divine. My mind is so calm, ...

Summer by The Serpentine, Walking wide and lonely forking trails Passing summer games with unknown names With flags flying tied to stirring trees, Fifty stars and stripes ridin...

If you see Catalina please w'ld you tell her That a second without her is a Thousand years It may be a minute down but it seems too far Enough for a man to go pleading for prayers...

Bend if you can to the dark sea forgetting the flute's sound on naked feet that trod your sleep in the other, the sunken life. Write if you can on your last shell the day the place t...

Maybe it was just for this that God pulled water from dry land: to rescue hoodoo after hoodoo. That’s what they’re called— a bastardization of voodoo— these unrepeatabl...

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...

I HAVE been happy two weeks together, My love is coming home to me, Gold and silver is the weather And smooth as lapis is the sea. The earth has turned its brown to green After ...

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...

The Old Point Loma Lighthouse stood watch over the entrance to San Diego Bay for 36 years. At dusk on November 15, 1855, the light keeper climbed the winding stairs and lit the light...

I sing of a River dammed, dumped, pumped and diverted; I sing of a River they almost murdered. I sing of a River the people forgot, I sing of a River that flows from the rocks… ...

On a rim-ledge of Bryce Canyon Beauty lives again Far from cries cacophonous And the woes of men. Color in a sweep of sound and Inarticulate, Raises spired against mankind ...

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...

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 ...

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 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...

I'm stuck in Arizona All the leaves are brown, California dreaming, Malibu back woods trail with an amazing bridge! I lie about being in love with that Arizona sun ...

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...

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 ...

Sand, Surf, Rocks, Laguna Laguna Beach longing Laguna Beach, I’m longing for highways that fade to sandy sidewalks and sunlight pouring down like golden rain in metallic hues of bronze and copper on skin softened by sea breeze and saltwater waves edged with lace-fine foam and artists who capture it all hanging above time-worn leather or galleries with auras of glass prisms and silver chrome vignettes of gas stations and traffic and crowded ocean side scenes suspended in time As the sun sets I walk by the beach I notice all the vacant bonfires Then I turn and face the ocean Watching...

Holland is a country without mountain, hill or bevel. That’s quite alarming if you consider we're all below sea level. Tulips sing on the plains The terrain is large, flat and r...

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...

Behind the California houses lies backyards that gleam with flowers plants and used cars. Watercolor is my name and the backyards are my game! SoCal Backyard :: Painting :: Impre...

Bumblebee, Bumblebee Nectar pollen and wiggle-dance, Tear off the shirt and pants, Without it I’m incomplete, Rotting in self-defeat, Awashed in a wild sea, Bumblebee, Bu...

I think, Lorraine, it was the rain gently pattering upon my pane creating rhythm in my sleeping brain encouraging chaos bordering insane I blamed it ,Lorraine, on the falling rai...

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...

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...

Underweigh the ship moves through the inky waters with the full moon to guide its way. Watercolor on watercolor paper. :: Painting :: Impressionist :: This piece comes with an offi...

Enter the Camarillo Roadhouse Very inviting on a long trip Tired and grouchy I turn the corner There it lies in all of its beauty Farm magic with forlorn attitudes eye at the ce...

eason 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...

Goddess but I am modest Your whole heart I hold Trace it with my fingertip melt it into gold We are abundant like our clothes on the floor Loving you all on fours Touch your p...

the earth looks shiny wrapped in steam and ermine tired of us perspiring at every chance on the floor below I bring you an ash tray out of love for the ice palace because it is th...