Create Ab Image Of A Icon Of Mary Holding Baby Jesus Art

a tree in nature
a tree in nature
Vampire aristocrat in moonlit castle
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with wings in a field
a tree in nature
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
REBEL
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
Trees are always trying to reach the sky; arms stretched out toward heaven ‘til their leaves turn brown and die. Then will come the winter, when they stand the icy wind. waiting for the sun to shine and spring to come again. The drama’s reinacted every year: Leaves come down like clouds of doubt and fear. While on the ground, the winter passes by, every tree keeps reaching to the sky.
Trees are always trying to reach the sky; arms stretched out toward heaven ‘til their leaves turn brown and die. Then will come the winter, when they stand the icy wind. waiting for the sun to shine and spring to come again. The drama’s reinacted every year: Leaves come down like clouds of doubt and fear. While on the ground, the winter passes by, every tree keeps reaching to the sky.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. This morning the sound of traffic in the street, scooters and tuk-tuks, taxis and trucks, was so loud I couldn’t hear my dream. So I turned it off and went dowstairs. Taking in diesel fumes ‘til it hurt to breathe, I found a hawker-stall and ate. It’s 100 degrees already; soon the rain will come.
Life is all around for us to hold. Spring will come again when we forget the winter cold. Soon will be the summer, when the evenings linger long with jokes and quips and camping trips, a kindred summer song. The time won’t last forever, we can see; still, we should learn the lesson of the tree. In winter snow or summer’s long good-bye, trees keep reaching upward to the sky.
It is better to dwell in the corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman and in a wide house.
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
Passing time
Ocean waves crashing
New York City
New York City