I wanderedlonelyalone asa Cloudan artist
Thatfloatswho walks on high o?er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I sawa crowdinspiration
A host of dancing Daffodils
& daisies & foxgloves & grasses & purple heather & autumnal leaves falling;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.The waves beside them danced, but the
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:-
A Poet?An artist could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:
I gazed ? and gazed ? but little thought
What wealth the shew to me had brought:For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood.
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.— (not quite) William Wordsworth
Wonderful, I always liked that poem. You did a great job of rephrasing it.
I love that photo (?) of the tree with the light coming through the branches. My art group has decided to commit to 12 of us doing an art journal. We each start with making the cover plus the first two pages, then hand it on to the next person. My chosen colour is yellow. The photo has given me some inspiration. Thank you.
Sounds like a fun, inspiring group project! It’s a photo taken near the Modern Art Gallery in Edinburgh, looking up on sunny day so the yellows in the leaves were enhanced by the sunshine.