Generative Arts

In memory of that old summer day Loom blue water, delicate and bright, We speak a little, you speak the way. Making a quiet cloud before night.

But not a dream shall sever me away!

Flowers and reading in a sunshine afternoon Behold for a good discerning glass! Came at the window along the noon, Where life is music to alas!

Down in the southern night attracts the stars.

A butterfly talks to each flower

The Hydrangeas bushes I see from my window are a vivid purple color Hot and humid today so they do stand out

welcoming spring cherry flowers softly bloom winter's pink farewell

Your love has such a scent my love can blend on Sweet enough to smell like Rhododendrons.

Promised land - Samuel Menashe At the edge Of a world Beyond my eyes Beautiful I know Exile Is always Green with hope - The river We cannot cross Flows forever

it's their moment of intimacy

Unseen tidal forces conspire to tear you apart.

Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves.

Mending the sky.

As the star gradually evolves and forms into different entities, it is either a planet, an asteroid, or a nebula — or even just a speck of dust and never formed.

Beautiful lives are those that bless Silent rivers of happiness, Whose hidden fountains but few may guess.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

candle whispers between fluorescences