Bridle Path This picture was taken from the Apadoca's back yard. Bridle Path is another favorite hiking place for the Guy family, you can see why.
This picture was taken in Easton, Maryland during the annual Waterfowl Festival. The jars were a display in front of Mason's, one of my favorite little shops.
The Tidewater Inn, one of the main attractions of the Eastern Shore. My father was the General Manager for four years, we spent many happy days there.
Lilacs. This is the Howard's table, set for one of the many meals we shared together as a family.
The moth in this picture was a beautiful lavender color laid to rest in a metal water pot set out for the dogs.
Almond blossom
Spring in my grandmother's yard. I took my favorite rocking chair to my favorite spot with my favorite book, and spent hours there. The butterflies would swarm those trees in the afternoon, sharing with the bees, and me.
Dogwood Ever since my childhood I've loved the dogwood tree. I found these blossoms on the ground growing as seedlings through the pine straw. "My" dogwood grove was situated ontop of a hill in my grandmother's woods. It provided an excellent little chapel.
Daffodil These are the first flowers to appear in the spring along with their cousin the jonquil. They hold special meaning for me as those are the flowers we first placed on my father's grave.
Tulips Another one of my favorites, because Peter often brings them to me around Easter. These were a brilliant red.
This is the fence right outside our newly wed cottage. I love the way the sun hits it in the afternoon.
Wooddall farm
I had put these things down in this chair while I went to find a vase for them when I saw how pretty they looked just where they were, and took their picture.
This was taken in the beginning of spring on a walk through the woods from my grandmother's house to my cousin's house.
I love Autumn!
These pictures were taken in a very old antebellum cemetary in Atlanta. The stained glass windows are seen through wrought iron doors to mosoleums.
I put together Vanessa's bridal bouquet for her the night before their wedding. She carried peonies, calle lilies, and white roses. I love how the ribbon and pearls show through the jar so well in the picture.
This is Titus, Vann and Vanessa's cat. He was not allowed outside. :)
Titus too. :)
Little one - above - How does thee fare? Are the golden streets of Love - gentle - to thy silken feet bare? How does the heart's ease grow - Love - By thy rocking crib at night; And if thou sleep at all my Dove - Are thy dreams - of Angel's wings and light? Little one - with God - The mortal earth you have not seen - But play in the stars - where Angel feet have trod - And happy be - where I have never been. A crown of rosebuds on thy brow - Violets in thy sweet eyes; And thou - my cherub - before God - bow - Until we shall meet someday - in the skies. Veronique Nicolosi 3-12-99
A crooked hand against the sky - reaches for - a cloud - the limb is stretched - to extremity - it's silent cry - heard loud. Heaven's listening ears - sensitive to all unknown pain - looks and sees - the trembling fears - and pity and love - gain. The gentleman bends - down - down on one knee - He catches the cold hands - and places there - a kiss - gently. Did the Heavens so embrace a crooked tree - or did God - kiss me? Down - down on one knee - both - gentlemen - you see. V.S.N. 11-8-98
Peter brought me these tulips, for no particular reason except that he loves me!
After the rain in the Autumn.
Balancing - the silver orb - upon the water's bed; or hanging up - the crystal jewels - along the spider's thread. Or filling bright - the Painter's brush - for Spring's recital room; or drawing out - the shadow's blue - the housewife with a broom. Or spreading thick - the buttercups - atop the crusty earth; or knocking at - the worm's cocoon - when time for Beauty's birth. Or shining bright - the water's face - the diamonds to appear; or fixing fast - the fairies wings - her Liberty to wear. All these things - the year's beginning - the day or the night before; I the Creator's handmaiden - and these - my happy chores. V.S.N. 7-15-99
The Taylors took Vanessa and I to their relative's beach house for a day, a beautiful day in the midst of so many dark ones. I will always remember.
I pass the gate - and enter there - to see the lily wake - the Trumpet vine to hear. The Crocus and the Daisy - curtsy to my skirt - as though I had governed - there - and not the Gardener's dirt. The Roses rise with smiles - Forget-me-nots vie for their turn - the ivy climbs for miles - groping for the Sun. My arbor - weighed with splendor - Robin's nests and honey bees - rest there - in the corner - with the grape vine and heart's ease. Beneath them - Someone leans - against the climbing flora - in the garden of my dreams - my Guest - Jehovah! V.S.N
Still life.
The Howard's back yard! We were very blessed to have been allowed to live there for any period of time. My Daddy recovered there from brain surgery, he died there, and we grieved and saw the hand of the Lord in that place.
Winged Things - flying Akimbo - Play in the lower Boxes of my Window - Apprentices of Air - continue - Snow falls for Summer - in Indigo. A Speckled - winged thing - Landed upon my Pane - She said Hello - and said Goodbye - But whispered other Things - beside. VSN 9.2.00
The face of Autumn - With Harvest shades - Painted on - Ahead of Winter's fades. Her hair - a brilliant red - A favored hue - Falling - floating - to the floor - dead - As if to preserve life - new. Her eyes possess a blue dye - Rarely clouded - with rain - Amidst Wisdom She beholds - the Sky - And the Heavens - She maintains. Her breath is timid - yet sharp - Frosting the morning dew - Freezing the Rose fairy's harp - Until Spring's prompt cue. Her colors are loved by many - Her ways cannot be guessed - Her Season gives food and plenty - And the face of Autumn - by God - is blessed. V.S.N. 9-24-98
This is the McGee's farm which is right by my Grandmother's land in Fairburn, Geogia. I admired this tree every time we would drive past, so Mama stopped to let me take this picture.
And this one. It is the same day.
A tree stump. It looks almost like the coast of a land.
River of wood.
White iris after the rain.
This window has been a part of my grandmother's laundry room for as long as I remember. I think it came from the church she attended as a young girl. Those are silk flowers behind the window.
This was that unforgettable walk in Michigan when I knew that Peter loved me.
Before Dawn - in the darkness - Silence bound my feet - helpless - And Sorrow tore at my heart. Enemies not Flesh - without Face - Hope - wounded - fights - Faith - weary - stands - in the Race; O God - hear my song in the Night! Battle cry above the trees - Nocturnal Bird - cried Bold - Angel wings - bleed - Victory of God - foretold. Is that the Sun? It cannot be - Midnight yet claims the Clock! Dawn - Who carries thee - Bright - from Bar and Lock? He cut my chains - with Sunbeams - Love - you say His name? His face more beautiful than dreams. God - Thou hast come! Veronique Nicolosi 11.9.00
This is one of Peter's favorite pictures.
The Howard's boat and dock on the Miles River.
This was the flower arrangement for Vanessa's and my sixteenth birthday party.
Amish country in Pennsylvania.
A family of swans lived in the cove off the Howard's farm, so we got to see them every day and watch their babies grow and fly away.
Not knowing very much about swans, we never could decide which was the mama and which was the papa. They were both beautiful, though!
A pink tree that I forgot the name of.
Tred softly! gentle Angel - Ground is far from holy - Landscape claims the Bushes - Unconsumed in glory. Further out to Sea - Than Stars could reach - Sun groped long for floundering heart - And led it Home to Beach. Come and minister - Ye Ravens - black - Manna quit - and Doves made nest - Redeemer promised - Rest. VSN 3.28.01
Malibu beach
Aloe vera
Bottle brush
Sunflower
A Breeze glides by - He sweeps back my hair - and whispers in my ear - a Visitor - here! A Butterfly flutters by - too busy. An ant runs away - too fast for me. Who then, could it be - Breeze - can you tell - the secret to me? No? then let me see. A bee hums close - too arrogant in flight. A cricket plays his Violin - too absorbed for me to sight. The seagull circles and cries - looking for Other than I. The bug called Lady - flies - though only for a short while. Then everything stills - not a buzz or croak is heard - I see a faint movement in the grass - and lo! - His Majesty - the Lizard. He stops - turns his head - and looks at me - his black - beady eyes - said - Everything. V.S.N. 8-28-99 �The lizard you may grasp with the hands, yet it is in kings' palaces.� Proverb 30:28
The sunset on Jerome's first birthday. July 19,2003
This is Peter's Bible and his great grandmother's typewriter.
October fires in Simi Valley. This is the view from behind our house as the sun sets in the west.
A fountain at the Getty.
These limes were ripe in January! Our landlord gave us a basketful, and he told me that they are ripe when they turn yellow!
Montana de Oro
Montana de Oro
Orange blossoms
Peter took this with our digital camera. He's getting good!
Peter took these fabulous pictures of this rose.
"Home" was found - on Western Shores - Invited there - by Love; She told me - a heart awaited - Floors - Feet to echo in familiar Step. She whispered of lonely Hands - Of lingering eyes - upon the Wall; How can the Girl unfetter - Lands - Which bind in Strings of Will? Wings - of course! And keys of Pearl - To string the miles - along; And when was rent - Veil of Cloud - The face of Love - incarnate. We went together - to the Sea - And flung the Ladder - out; Sun bowed low - and Shores kissed Feet - The Cliff of Stone - barred retreat. Years went by - and Seconds, ran - Sea threw back his Head - and flung the Ladder back; Hands severed - and Nation yawned - God - collects the Pearls. Veronique Nicolosi 10.27.00
Apple blossoms
California poppies
Aloe after rain
Mimosa
Peaches
Cactus flowers
Sage Ranch, Simi Valley, California
Santa Barbara Zoo
Are the Skies so dull - My spirit cannot pierce them; The clouds - of water full - My heart cannot rise through them? Father! I have not the strength to rise to Thee - I plead, descend to me! Veronique Nicolosi 9.19.98
Deodar cones.
Poppies in our backyard.
These were shot from the car with the zoom lens in L.A.
Taken from a moving car, thus the imperfect capture of beautiful arcitecture.
White Face Simi Valley 7.06
Peter's picture :-)
Tahoe Lake 8.2006
My Valentine tulips from Peter. :-)