[Bunch of Grapes, by Andrew John Henry Way, 1873] To make a jug of wine, a grape seed must first have gone into the ground and died in...

(Image by: Umairkhan9616 [cc]) The swallow had circled the horizon twice already, and not said a word. I stood, just wondering why it...

(Photo © Daniel G Opperwall; all rights reserved) Love is often festal. A baby is born to tears of joy, grows, laughs as she is tossed...

(Painting from a Ruysch Still Life) Contemplation (and a Rose) It was through the back alley that I was walking, that alley that is lined...

[This is a bit of an old one, but I've always been fond of it.] Sometimes on nights when my daughter does not wish to close her eyes, I...