D Pomeroy on Art and the Humanities. Dedicated to the study and support of art and artists. August 21st eclipse in progress dapples the ground through the foliage. To The American Dead of the Second World War from the People of Britain. My recently deceased father fought in WWII.

On September 30, 2017. Started working on this piece a few days ago. Started out as a photo I shot last year in Boston. Trying out some new actions, brushes and textures, this is what I came up with. Still have some more work to do on it, but I like it so far. On November 29, 2015. Please visit my online print shop. On November 22, 2015. On November 22, 2015. On November 17, 2015. On November 15, 2015.

I took these during one of my walks in Downtown Los Angeles.

June 3, 2015 by idbora. To make the fireflies feel welcome the usually well lit gardens are darkened down considerably, and this photo of mine. June 3, 2015 by idbora. May 5, 2015 by idbora. May 3, 2015 by id.

Wealth without mirth has no worth. Our family is fortunate to share a large pond with our neighbours which is home to herons, ducks, geese, turtles, fish and frogs, beavers and even an otter I think. We quickly made our way back to the house to collect camera and binoculars and set back out to get a closer look. As it turned out the birds were in fact two Trumpeter Swans. This evening, after some investigation, we learned t.

On December 29, 2016. Indignation constant our soul mould. Faithful rivers age and sooth. Promised lands in eyes gold. As scolded children in forest. To whistle blue, a thrush away. Defeated his cloak in bane. That maroon to being dissolve. Darker treasures in evening evolve. Permeating as if in echoes drenched. Forest to his fullness scavenge. Apparitions to each his word spent. Soot of the black in chase.

El Alebrije y la Salamandra. El Alebrije y la Salamandra. Queridos lectores, Una disculpa enorme y sincera por el silencio de más de un año. Razones tengo muchas, pero excusas, pocas. Hoy no pienso aburrirlos con palabras, sino con color. Quién me escribe una calaverita? Conspiración en la oficina.