Friday, September 30, 2011

William Ernest Henley 1849-1903

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. 


-Thank you Vita. 

Monday, September 26, 2011

Breakfast in Copenhagen























Jet Plane

This piece I finished up on early yesterday in Dallas before my flight to Copenhagen. Didn't really have much time to clean it up a bit but, definitely will when I get back to the D!