Thursday, November 21, 2019


If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.
~Loran Eisely

Aquamanilia (or aquamaniles) for Art Thursday. An aquamanile is a pitcher-type vessel that usually contained water for washing hands as part of upper-class meals or the Christian Eucharist. (The word itself means "water" and "hands.")

Bronze aquamanile in the form of a mounted knight
Germany, 1200s
Metropolitan Museum of Art
photo by Postdlf

Aquamanile in the Form of a Unicorn
German, circa 1425 –50
Metropolitan Museum of Art

Aquamanile featuring Aristotle and Phyllis
First half of the 15th century
photo by Vassil

Samson Aquamanile
12th century
photo by FA2010

Valle della mosa, acquamanile a forma di uccello fantastico, 1150-1200 ca.
photo by I, Sailko

Wednesday, November 20, 2019


One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.
~James Earl Jones

This week's topic was inspired by Austin Kleon (although I should have thought of it sooner myself!). Austin wrote:
It really helped me as a parent [of someone who stutters] (and a human and an artist) when I learned about neurodiversity from books like Steve Silberman’s Neurotribes and Andrew Solomon’s Far From The Tree. In his essay “Stammer Time,” journalist Barry Yeoman writes about how he thinks his stuttering makes him better at his job and how he and other stutterers are starting to feel that fluent speech is overrated.

Tips from the When I Stutter (the movie) site:

While there is no cure for stuttering, there are many approaches and philosophies that can help. The aspect of ACTIVE LISTENING is an element that should be employed when talking to a person who stutters. Interrupting a person who stutters or even finishing their sentence is, often times, not helpful and undesired. Just conveying that you are there to listen is GREATLY appreciated.

Finding a good speech therapist can also be helpful in one's journey. There are several to choose from and you should investigate which approach aligns with your communication goals. To find a speech-language pathologist press HERE.

The role of support groups such as the National Stuttering Association (NSA) can also be extremely beneficial in that they offer people who stutter the chance to share their experiences with other individuals who understand. The feeling that "you are not alone" becomes evident and can be life-altering. To find out more about the NSA and other organizations that support people who stutter press HERE
More resources:

* Books on Stuttering, includes sections on children's, adult, professional, Spanish, and French (The Stuttering Foundation)
* Popular Stuttering Books (GoodReads)
* How to Respond if Your Child Stutters (Scholastic)
* The King's Speech

Monday, November 18, 2019


“It is a very beautiful day. The woman looks around and thinks: 'there cannot ever have been a spring more beautiful than this. I did not know until now that clouds could be like this. I did not know that the sky is the sea and that clouds are the souls of happy ships, sunk long ago. I did not know that the wind could be tender, like hands as they caress - what did I know - until now?”
~Unica Zürn

Bonobo for Music Monday:

Thursday, November 14, 2019

To Cast Light

A president cannot defend a nation if he is not held accountable to its laws.
~DaShanne Stokes

I tried to find a selection of poems relating to the events of this week, but it's a bit early for impeachment poetry. Instead I found poems relating to Trump and the Statue of Liberty.

photo by Darshan Simha

Statue of Commodities
by Craig Santos Perez

Give me you roil, your labor,
Your fresh produce selling at wholesale fees,
The shiny products of your factory floor.
Send these, the cheap goods, gift-wrapped to me,
I raise my debt inside the global store!


Liberty Enlightening the President

by Steph Burt

I give. I’m tired of your poor
Attempts at reason, your muddled hassles, your breath, your information-free
Refusals to learn, your tempests when tweeting. I’m sure
We can send you back home in less time than it took me
To raise my right hand. Take your gold. You can use the front door.


Twelve Reasons A Woman Might Hold Up One Arm
by Jane Hirshfield

There are innumerable reasons a woman might hold up an arm.
One: to signal, here.
Two: to signal, stop.
Three: to beckon a boat or a taxi.
Four: because her other arm is occupied, holding an idea or an infant.
Five: to reach for some sweetening fruit from a tree.
Six: to cast light.
Seven: to shade her own eyes from what the light shows her.
Eight: because she is fixed in a previous era.
Nine: because she is waiting for a new era.
Ten: because she refuses to lower it.
Eleven: because the locked ladder inside it is learning one of the 40 languages that vanish each decade from earth in a silencings low-motion earthquake.
Twelve: to wave farewell to the words that are leaving, to wish them safe travels,
a home in some other woman’s new country, in some other woman’s new future


Head Wound
by Patricia Smith

The lamp is still lifted. But the woman’s muscled
arm quivers, her neck bulges with strain, copper
teeth grind, raining green upon the man below
her. He blocks the golden door with the slop of his body.
She pulls in a real American breath and brings the lamp down.


Some poems on McSweeney's made from Trump quotes.

Today's Little Ditty has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Michelle!

Charles Conder

Many anecdotes testify to Conder's gregariousness and his preoccupation with social life as well as his charming and attractive personality.
~Ursula Hoff

Works by Charles Conder (1868-1909) for Art Thursday. Conder was born in England, but was sent by his parents at age 16 to Australia to work for his uncle, a land surveyor. Despite his parents' intentions, Conder ended up becoming an artist, as you can see:

Departure of the Orient
by Charles Conder

A Grey Day
by Charles Conder

Night in the Garden in Spain
by Charles Conder
by Charles Conder

All on a summer's day
by Charles Conder

Going home (The Gray and Gold)
by Charles Conder

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Health Journals

Writing is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself.
~Pat Conroy

I get a lot of Wellness Wednesday ideas from my daughter Ariana. This time, thinking about how useful her health journal has been for her. Keeping track of what is going on from day-to-day makes finding patterns easier. It also makes it easier to figure out whether a medicine is working. There are lots of people who might benefit from keeping track of their medicines, or their sleep schedule, or their exercise, or their symptoms.

Ariana says, "It took me a little while to realize that the most important things to write down for me are food, symptoms, med changes, and activities...Maybe for someone else with a different condition, food wouldn't matter that much but it would be important to take & write down blood pressure every day...You want to find a system where it takes you less than 5 mins to fill out so you will actually keep up with it."

* Bullet Journal for Mental Health from Well Ella
* Wellness Journal from Space and Quiet
* How to Start a Daily Health Journal from Healthy Habits Reset
* Bullet Journal Set-up from Diary of a Journal Planner
* Health Trackers for your Bullet Journal from Just Bright Ideas

Regular notebooks work great. These are also cool.

This journal spread by Brie Lentry helps track actions for building healthy self-esteem habits:

Thursday, November 7, 2019

Five Things

A lake... is earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.
~Henry David Thoreau

I turned a poem into a mentor poem again this week! My starter poem was written by Flora de Falbe, a young poet in the U.K. I've been thinking about putting all the mentor poems I've used together in a post, if I can find them!

Five things about the lake:

by Flora de Falbe

1. The lake is no slave to fashion, but she is proud of her frothy skirt of trees. Her dark, svelte figure.
2. She doesn’t want to talk. The air rushes over her, whistling how have you been? – and she responds with a glassy stare...

read the rest here


Five things about the rainbow:
by Tabatha Yeatts

1. The rainbow is unconcerned about being person-seen. She will dart out when everyone is still inside, wondering where they left their umbrellas.
2. She hopes that the hill doesn't notice how often she alights near him. Or if he does, that he starts wishing for rain.
3. Though the rainbow's trying not to be obvious with her attentions, she can't help but appreciate how very soft his mossy sections are. The grass IS actually greener on his side.
4. She accidentally blushes a double rainbow when his flowers brush up against her. The people who spot her capture photo evidence of her embarrassment.
5. Maybe other locations would like a warm and dazzling rainbow now and then, but she moves around less and less. She feels lit up here, even when it doesn't rain.

photo by Lux Raimbow Rafael


Last chance to sign up for the Winter Poem Swap!

Live Your Poem has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Irene!


The Ladybug wears no disguises.
She is just what she advertises...
A miniature orange kite.
A tiny dot-to-dot delight.
~J. Patrick Lewis

For Art Thursday, ladybugs (or ladybirds, depending on where you live).

photo by Mathias Krumbholz

Ladybug in Ukraine
photo by Чорний Олександр

Ladybug, Serra do Itajai National Park
photo by KaiaPavesi

An Asian ladybug on a Jeffrey pine in the Botanical Garden of Schönbrunn
photo by spacebirdy

Ladybird climbs a nettle, Alford
photo by Dave Hitchborne

An Asian Lady Beetle at Vosseslag, De Haan, Belgium
photo by Hans Hillewaert

* How to Build a Ladybug House
* Ladybug Mosaic Garden Decoration
* Cute DIY Ladybug/Bumblebee Tic-Tac-Toe

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Remedies for Winter Air

Then comes Winter, with bluster and snow,
That brings to our cheeks the ruddy glow...
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham

Cold weather can really throw my son's health for a loop. Recently when the air turned chilly, he started feeling it in his lungs. Dry winter air can be challenging on lots of health-related fronts. Today for Wellness Wednesday, we're thinking about what we can do to keep from being too affected by it.

My hope was that I could name things that wouldn't be too expensive, but the first thing I feel like I should say is...consider getting a humidifier. You can also heat up water and breathe in the steam.

A cheap thing that Dash does is drink caffeinated drinks. Caffeine is a bronchodilator, so it helps loosen up his lungs when they are feeling tight.

More suggestions I've run across:
* Wear a scarf.
* Keep your mouth shut when you're outside (and breathe through your nose).
* Get a flu shot.
* My least favorite suggestion: take shorter, cooler showers. Hot ones can dry out your skin (although they are nice for your lungs).
* Use gentle cleansers and follow them up with lotions or creams.
* Have indoor plants.

More tips (and an adorable bird):

7 DIY Skincare Recipes for Fall/Winter

Monday, November 4, 2019

New Pup

If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.
~Woodrow Wilson

Hi y'all,
We've got a new family member! He will be 1 year old in December. A rescue organization picked him up living in a tire yard in Puerto Rico. He has a terrific temperament -- such a sweet dog. We are still settling on a name for him. It might be "George." He looks kind of like someone put fennec fox ears on a teeny tiny German Shepherd.

What does Lucy think, you ask? She's not so excited about it, tbh. He wants to do everything that she does. He barks when she barks, pees when she pees, wants to play with her toys and eat her treats. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but that never really makes older siblings feel better, does it?

Updated to add: I think we're going to stick with his original name after all, which is Preston. Also, Lucy seems to be coping with his presence better today. Good job, Luce!

One more update because awwww:


A beach is not only a sweep of sand, but shells of sea creatures, the sea glass, the seaweed, the incongruous objects washed up by the ocean.
~Henry Grunwald

An Irish folk song today introduced to me by Elena, who is learning to sing it. Dúlamán is a conversation between two seaweed collectors (seaweeds being useful as dyes and as food). One of the men wants to marry the other's daughter, but the father isn't too happy about it. In the end, the first fellow elopes with her anyway. The course of true love never did run smooth, eh?

Thursday, October 31, 2019

Come on over!

Find a group of people who challenge and inspire you, spend a lot of time with them, and it will change your life forever.
~Amy Poehler

Welcome! The Poetry Friday round-up is here.

Today we have also have info on making a writing retreat for yourself, the Winter Poetry Swap, and poems by Samantha Reynolds.

Have you ever thought about making your own writing retreat? It could be especially helpful if you are planning on doing NaNoWriMo (writing a novel -or poetry manuscript- during the month of November).

Here are some resources to help get you started:

* How To Design Your Own Writing Retreat
* How to Have the Perfect Weekend Writer's Retreat
* Rhonda Douglas on writing retreats


The Winter Poem Swap: Would you like to send a poem and a small gift to a Poetry Fridayer by December 7 and receive one in return? Send me an email to sign up: tabatha(at)tabathayeatts(dot)com by November 7.


My Four-Year-Old Poetry Teacher
by Samantha Reynolds

My brain is jammed
with the noise of errands
and the poem knows it...

read the rest here

Bonus: Turning Forty by Samantha Reynolds


Add your link here, my dears!


Sharks have everything a scientist dreams of. They're beautiful―God, how beautiful they are! They're like an impossibly perfect piece of machinery. They're as graceful as any bird. They're as mysterious as any animal on earth.
~Peter Benchley, Jaws

I'm not much of a baseball watcher, but I have been keeping up with the Washington Nationals' post-season. (My parents are much better baseball fans than I am and have a home run ball my mom caught at a Nats game on their mantle.) I'm making this post on Wednesday morning so I don't know yet who won the last game of the World Series...I wondered about making an alternate post in case they lose, but sharks seem kind of appropriate for Halloween either way, right? Humor me, guys. For Art Thursday, sharks (baby and otherwise):

Mako Shark
photo by Ed Dunens

photo by Xingtao Qian

Beast of Prey
by Jaroslav Chramosta
photo by Jitka Erbenová

photo by Rachel M. Fry

Villabé, Essonne, France
photo by poudou99

Natural History book from 1657
printed by Jacob Schipper
Biodiversity Heritage Library

Updated to add: YAY!

Wednesday, October 30, 2019

When someone shows you who they are,

When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.
~Maya Angelou

by Kyle Tsui

Of course, I am a believer in second chances, BUT I am also a fan of Maya Angelou's advice. There are very corrupt politicians who showed us who they were before their elections. When someone shows you who they are, BELIEVE THEM THE FIRST TIME. Recently someone was mean to a young person I know who "gave them a pass" because the mean person was feeling sad at the time. Nope, I don't think so. If they are going to try to make themselves feel better by bringing you down, that's someone to avoid.

Monday, October 28, 2019

Die Toteninsel

Do not waste your time with music that is trite or ignoble. Life is too short to spend it wandering in the barren Saharas of musical trash.
~S.V. Rachmaninoff

The barren Saharas of musical trash! Tell us how you really feel, Rachmaninoff. Isle of the Dead (Die Toteninsel) by Sergei Rachmaninoff (1873-1943) for Halloween-week Music Monday.

Rachmaninoff was inspired by the best-known painting of Swiss artist Arnold Böcklin (1827–1901), also called Isle of the Dead (Die Toteninsel):

Rachmaninoff's inspiration was a black-and-white print of the painting. He said that had he seen the original in color, he probably would not have written the music. Huh!

Thursday, October 24, 2019

Uyghur poets

...One of the most vital things we can teach our children is how to be storytellers. How to tell stories that are rigorously, insistently, beautifully true. And how to believe them.
~Melanie Tem

Poems by Uyghur poets for Poetry Friday. I've included a bit about the situation in China for Uyghurs down below. Today, the The European Parliament awarded its 2019 Sakharov Prize to Ilham Tohti, a jailed advocate for China’s Uyghur minority.

The first poem is by Abdushükür Muhemet from an article called ‘The night is thick’: Uyghur poets respond to the disappearance of their relatives by Darren Byler. [Muhemet] “first learned that his brother was taken to a Xinjiang “re-education” internment camp in March 2017. Since then he has lost contact with his family. He said: ‘Although I’m physically here in Sweden, my mind is always with them back at home. Sometimes I feel like my whole body is burning with longing. I miss my country, my relatives, my friends, and the hometown where I grow up.’”


A poem from Words Without Borders by Uyghur poet Exmetjan Osman:

The Nights Passing Endlessly through Scheherazade’s Mouth
by Exmetjan Osman

In a public park
where I like to sit
in the thick shade cast by the branches of a tree
I was more or less enjoying the daytime
I was watching grass sprout from cracks in the asphalt
and the sun as it shone in the faces passing by
as I pondered the meaning of the murder taking place
in the nights passing endlessly though Scheherazade's mouth
when a fortune-teller woman approached me
and asked permission
to illuminate my fate
from my life's dark mirrors

read the rest here


A brief bit from Wikipedia about the current situation:
After Xi Jinping assumed the presidency in 2013, Uyghurs in Xinjiang suffer under a "fully-fledged police state" with extensive controls and restrictions upon their religious, cultural and social life. In Xinjiang, the Chinese government has expanded police surveillance to watch for signs of "religious extremism" that include owning books about Uyghurs, growing a beard, having a prayer rug, or quitting smoking or drinking. The government had also installed cameras in the homes of private citizens.

Further, at least 120,000 (and possibly over 1 million) Uyghurs are detained in mass detention camps, termed "re-education camps," aimed at changing the political thinking of detainees, their identities, and their religious beliefs. Some of these facilities keep prisoners detained around the clock, while others release their inmates at night to return home. The New York Times has reported inmates are required to "sing hymns praising the Chinese Communist Party and write 'self-criticism' essays," and that prisoners are also subjected to physical and verbal abuse by prison guards. Chinese officials are sometimes assigned to monitor the families of current inmates, and women have been detained due to actions by their sons or husbands.


Karen Edmisten has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Karen!

Sam Barsky

I like making a piece of string into something I can wear.
~Author Unknown

I talked about knitting yesterday, which led right into today's post featuring Sam Barsky's Artistic Sweaters. Sam freehands everything. His "Sweater of Sweaters" pretty much blew my mind. (By the way, Sam learned to knit when he had to drop out of nursing school due to health problems — he has lupus.)

Leaning Tower of Pisa
by Sam Barsky

Gateway Arch, St Louis
by Sam Barsky

Sweater of Sweaters
by Sam Barsky

Wednesday, October 23, 2019


Properly practiced, knitting soothes the troubled spirit, and it doesn't hurt the untroubled spirit either.
~Elizabeth Zimmerman

Fair Isle knitting by Inger Maaike

I've started learning to knit recently, which I am really enjoying, but it didn't occur to me to share knitting resources for Wellness Wednesday until I saw this article about why it can be a good activity for chronically ill folks. It also mentioned that knitting can be helpful for people with anorexia. Knitting seems popular with people of all ages and interests, so here are a few things to help you get started if you'd like to give it a try:

You can have someone teach you in person (my mom was a huge help), or take a class in person, or learn from online sources. There are a ton of "how to knit" videos. I think it's important to keep going until you find one that works for you. I especially like this dude:

* Knitting 101
* Free Online Knitting Class from Instructables
* Fixing Knitting Mistakes
* Beginner Knitting Projects
* Recommendations about Yarn (and More), NY Mag
* How to Buy Yarn Online
* All Free Knitting's resource collections
* Knitting & the Chronically Ill
* Tips for Teaching Someone How to Knit

Thursday, October 17, 2019

If I could write like Tolstoy

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.
~Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

I just love Laura Scott's "If I could write like Tolstoy." So rich in details! Before my younger daughter started reading War and Peace, she thought about writing some kind of [much shorter] contemporary version. After she was into it, though, she said it was perfect as it was.

Scott's poem made me wonder (as poems often do) whether it could be used as a mentor poem: "If I could write like ________ " (Mine is below.)

Ninth draft of the beginning of
Tolstoy's novel War and Peace

If I could write like Tolstoy
by Laura Scott ­­

                you’d see a man
dying in a field with a flagstaff still in his hands.

I’d take you close until you saw the grass
blowing around his head, and his eyes

looking up at the white sky. I’d show you
a pale-faced Tsar on a horse under a tree,

breath from its nostrils, creases in gloved fingers
pulling at the reins, perhaps hoof marks in the mud

as he jumps the ditch at the end of the field.
I’d show you men walking down a road,

one of them shouting to the others to get off it.
You’d hear the ice crack as they slipped down the bank...

read the rest here


First, I thought about writing a poem about Emily Dickinson or Elizabeth Gaskell, but since it is October, I took a spooky turn with Edgar Allan Poe. [Warning: There are spoilers below, if you haven't read "The Masque of the Red Death."]

Edgar Allan Poe
by Matthew Brady

If I could write like Poe
by Tabatha Yeatts

                you'd see a prince,
waving his mighty hand as he plans a grand seclusion.

You'd hear the pen nibs scratching busily as invitations are dashed
to a thousand healthy, jolly nobles, and in the distance

the grim sound of peasants falling, a mere half-hour
after the first sign of plague seizes them, and the faint drip

of the final exodus of blood leaking down their
stunned faces. I'd show you the supplies being stocked in the kitchen,

the bolts, ready to shut out the unpleasantries of the countryside,
the musicians, the actors, the dancers, swirling

through the doors to provide Beauty and Pleasure
during the long wait. You'd smell the tang of the wine as they

carouse one month, two, three, and on, safe from the
desperation of the forgotten folk outside

who cannot help but eye each other with suspicion.
Not here, though. You'd see that here, the only thing

that makes the partygoers nervous is the grandfather clock
at the end of the hall, the one in the room with black velvet

curtains and scarlet windows. You might even feel uneasy
about hearing that clock chime yourself, despite your cozy seat,

far from the locked abbey doors. I'd bring you with the prince
as he chases someone dressed as The Red Death, determined to punish

this fearsome killjoy. You won't mind if I let you go
into the last room alone, so you can watch the prince,

and then the nobles, struggling to pull off The Red Death's mask,
until they succumb
one by one.


Jama Rattigan has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Jama!

Sound Made Visible

If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.
~Nikola Tesla

Videos from "CymaScope: Sound Made Visible" today, starting with the shortest:

The Cymascope App

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

A Library of Forms

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.
~Robert Fulghum

For Wellness Wednesday, Caregivers Library. They have a lengthy list of helpful forms, some of which would be helpful not only for caregivers. My daughter Ariana keeps a binder of info for hospital visits that includes an Anaphylaxis Emergency Plan reminiscent of the Asthma Emergency Plan below.

photo by Thomas Eagle

A sampling:

* Asthma Emergency Plan

* Weekly Medicine Chart

* Driving Assessment Checklist

* Home Modification Checklist How to safety-proof a loved one’s home

* Appointment Information

* Your Valuable Records

Check out the rest of the list here!

Monday, October 14, 2019

Medicine Chant

For the first 18 years of her life, [composer and vocalist Dréa Drury] lived in a rural village of 50 people in the heart of the Kootenay Mountains [British Columbia, Canada]. Her experiences there, as well as her love for nature, wilderness, and the world of the elements, have inspired her to write music which directly reflects their influence.
~Anilah bio

Our Music Monday song isn't the "get up and groove"'s more "ease into the morning." Anilah:

Thursday, October 10, 2019

No Hemlock Rock

When people kill themselves, they think they’re ending the pain, but all they’re doing is passing it on to those they leave behind.
—Jeannette Walls

photo by Ruth Hartnup

Jennifer Michael Hecht is the author of Stay: A History of Suicide and the Arguments Against It. Thank you, Jennifer, for giving me permission to share "No Hemlock Rock"!

No Hemlock Rock (don't kill yourself)
by Jennifer Michael Hecht

Don't kill yourself. Don't kill yourself.
Don't. Eat a donut, be a blown nut.
That is, if you're going to kill yourself,
stand on a street corner rhyming
seizure with Indonesia, and wreck it with
racket. Allow medical terms.
Rave and fail. Be an absurd living ghost,
if necessary, but don't kill yourself.

Let your friends know that something has
passed, or be glad they've guessed.
But don't kill yourself. If you stay, but are
bat crazy you will batter their hearts
in blooming scores of anguish; but kill
yourself, and hundreds of other people die.

Poison yourself, it poisons the well;
shoot yourself, it cracks the bio-dome.
I will give badges to everyone who's figured
this out about suicide, and hence
refused it. I am grateful. Stay. Thank
you for staying. Please stay. You
are my hero for staying. I know
about it, and am grateful you stay.

Eat a donut. Rhyme opus with lotus.
Rope is bogus, psychosis. Stay.
Hocus Pocus. Hocus Pocus.
Dare not to kill yourself. I won't either.

"No Hemlock Rock (don't kill yourself)" by Jennifer Michael Hecht from Who Said. © Copper Canyon Press.


Reading to the Core has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Catherine!

The palette of autumn

[Fall] settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.
~Stephen King

Celebrating the amber light of autumn this Art Thursday.

Maple Trees at Mama, Tekona Shrine and Linked Bridge
by Utagawa Hiroshige

Autumn on the Seine, Argenteuil
by Claude Monet

Les Alyscamps
by Vincent Van Gogh

Woman with Autumn Leaves, 1994
by Andrew Stevovich

Autumn Landscape
by Albert Bierstadt

Autumn Symphony
by John Joseph Enneking, 1899