Friday, October 01, 2010

illustration friday - beneath

Longing for the dry skies of San Diego, it has rained every day since we moved to NC. We discovered we have an indoor pool in our new house called, the basement. Where fortunately we were storing all the unpacked boxes, mostly filled with books, now pulp. Yay!  (old illo until I find my paints)

Here's a poem by Lewis Carroll as we say goodbye to summer. 

A BOAT beneath a Sunny Sky
by Lewis Carroll
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July —

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear —

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream —
Lingering in the golden gleam —
Life, what is it but a dream?


Connie said...

The loss of books is severe. If you'd known they were going to be turned into pulp you could have thrown the all out in the first place!

michele said...

Well, as long as you have palms and blue skies, you can keep the summer in your heart! Sending you sunshine from the San Diego area! :o)

Juan Carlos Partidas said...

Great imagination!!!! :)

Juan said...

Very nice work !

Linda Hensley said...

I can relate. I had a indoor pool in the basement this year too. Things will get better!

Chibi Janine said...

Sorry to here about your books and flooding.

You have a lovely illustration here.

AtelierBrigitte said...

Great piece.