Le Réveil Du Printemps

A stroll around the neighbourhood and I found these beautiful blooms. It’s a promise that the warmer weather will soon arrive. Although the fresh chill air is still in the wind, in the sunshine one could not help but feel bright and blossoming as if the flowers across the fence turned and smiled at me.

Making my way across the dune and down to the beach, the sea sparkled like diamonds floating on the water of cobalt blue while the cerulean sky shined above. And in the spring of the year… feel my joy where ever you are.


Above Flinders

“… Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime – with the fairy tales of science, and the longest result of time; When the century behind me like a fruitful land reposed; When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed: When I dipped into the future far as human eye could see; Saw the vision of the world and all the wonder that would be…”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

“Above Flinders” Oil on canvas

Beach Walk

“… And I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense of sublime. Of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of the setting sun. And round the ocean and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man: A motion and a spirit that impels all thinking things, all objects of all thought, and rolls through all things…”

“Beach walk” Oil on canvas

A Rose In The Deep Of My Heart!

A 2.5 acres of landscaped garden with hundreds varieties of roses that suitable for Seattle climate, and being a pesticide-free garden, the gorillas of the nearby zoo can enjoy the gourmet treats of the spent flowers.

This beautiful rose garden is within ten minutes walk from where I stayed. It is not only a sanctuary for the birds and the bees but it is a great place for me just to sit and contemplate, letting each breathing to exhale and inhale the perfume fragrance of the roses, a perfect place for daydreaming!




“All things uncomely and broken, all thing worn out and old – The cry of a child by the road way, the creak of a lumbering cart – The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould – Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deep of my heart.




The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told – I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart – With the earth, the sky and the water, re-made like a casket of gold – For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deep of my heart”  W.B.Yeats

At Dawn

“O gentle vision in the dawn:

My spirit over faint cool water glides,

Child of the day,

To thee; and though art drawn

By kindred impulse over silver tides

The dreamy way to me.”

(Harold Monro 1879-1932)

Oil on canvas

In the gentle morning light, silence floods the river’s bend and ducks are not yet awake; I could hear your voice…


Oil on canvas

“…The sea is but another sky, 
The sky a sea as well, 
And which is earth, and which the heavens 
The eye can scarcely tell.

Flooded with peace the spirit float, 
With silent rapture glow, 
Till where earth ends and heaven begins, 
The soul shall scarcely know.”

Samuel Longfellow 1858

By The Lakeside

“… White clouds, whose shadow haunt the deep. Light mists, who soft embraces keep, the sunshine on the hills asleep! O isles of calm! O dark, still wood! And stiller skies that overbrood, your rest with deeper quietude! O shapes and hues, dim beckoning, through yon mountain gaps, my longing view. Beyond the purple and the blue,O welcome calm of heart and mine. As falls yon fir-tree’s loosened rind, to leave a tender growth behind. So fall the weary years away. A child again, my head lay. Upon the lap of this sweet day…”

John Greenleaf Whittier


Eilean Donan

Watercolour by Thai Peck

A poem by Elfin

Above the battlements, sleep reigns, profound
as dawn steals through the silence of the hour,
bird song hails her glory with its anthem
and sweetly she sheds her effacing power.

Now morning’s beaming eyes at length unclose
across the woods so darkly spread below,
soft stains the skies in dusky shades of blue
as o’er the Western steep a softened glow.

Her roseate smile, so fondly, steals the breath
of ev’ry flower that sleeps in ev’ry shade,
absorbing all the crystal dews of night
from mountain top down to the woodland glade.

Dawn, shakes a soul, with wildly thrilling hues
with pallid pinks and deeper tints she spreads,
unfolding modest beauty to the morn
and melting tears that bend the roses heads.

The damask lake expands its ample breast
its smooth waves in a trembling beauty, streams,
how fresh the breeze that wafts its rich perfume
through mornings’ blush, stirring with dim dreams.

A melancholy charm steals through my mind
has dawn’s entrancing melodies pervade,
lone wanderer in fancy’s wildest dreams
I will embrace her pleasures, ‘ere they fade

Green Lake

“… Return to that fair lake, return,
On whose green heathlands grows the fern;
And mountain heights of dark gray stone,
Are bright with lichens overgrown.
Thou art too fay-like and too fair
For our more common clouded air.
Beauty such as thine belongs
To a world of dreams and songs;
Let thy image with us dwell,
Lending music to farewell…” 

Letitia Landon

Watercolour by Thai Peck

Roses And Memories

“… It is easy enough to be pleasant, when life flows by like a song. But the man worth while is one who will smile, when everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always come with the years. And the smile that is worth the praises of earth, is the one that shines through tears…”  Ella Wilcox

Watercolour by Thai Peck