Carolyn M. Boyd

Goose On The Loose

Carolyn M. Boyd

Forest Find

There’s a little forest area tucked away, close to where I live. I call it the secret forest. It’s a mysterious woods, high up on a hill. I enjoy going there and exploring the tall maples, oaks, poplars, ashes and elms. Everywhere I look in this lovely forest, I see lush green plants thriving on the ground. The squirrels chatter away as they jump from branch to branch, then dart up the huge tree trunks. At the far end of this beautiful wooded hideaway, there’s a small valley. A little river runs through it, and the water trickles over the rocks nearby. The sound puts me in a contemplative and slightly meditative state. I’m always at peace in this enchanted secret forest.

Radha Saikia

Mountains in a dream

Radha Saikia

Sunset on a desert

Radha Saikia

Yellow flowers in a field

Radha Saikia

Waves in Portugal

Radha Saikia

Sunset on a poppy field

Colleen Gray

Buffalo Dance (unframed)

This was his 4th year of watching the people gather for their dance. He would dance with them on the plains, moving the sun with the power of his ancestral will.

Colleen Gray

Remembering Geronimo (unframed)

An old warrior watches an early snow dust the land where his children once played, where young men hunted and a woman's gentle laughter danced in the fire with the soup. He remembers many bullets and has taken many lives in his living years. But he is old now. He remembers the spirit helpers that gave his life and anger such purpose and power. He acknowledges them and tucks a bit of the land into the folds of his blanket. *Artists notation: zooming up to the crook of Geronimo's folded arm, you can see tucked safely away in the folds of his blanket, are the memories of the places he's loved the most.