flower painting rose

flower painting rose
red flower painting
flower vase painting
claude monet impressionism painting
one was made to feel that the worst was about to come. Slowly the whole eastern sky filled with clouds that overtowered us like some black sierra of the infernal regions. So clearly could one see canon, gorge, and precipice, and the shadows that lay therein, that one looked unconsciously for the white surf-line and bellowing caverns where the sea charges forever on the land. And still we rocked gently, and there was no wind. ¡¡¡¡'It's no squall,' Wolf Larsen said. 'Old Mother Nature's going to get up on her hind legs and howl for all that's in her, and it'll keep up jumping, Hump, to pull through with half our boats. You'd better run up and loosen the topsails.' ¡¡¡¡'But if it is going to howl, and there are only two of us?' I asked, a note of protest in my voice. ¡¡¡¡'Why, we've got to make the best of the first of it and run down to our boats before our canvas is ripped out of us. After that I don't give a rap what happens. The sticks'll stand it, and you and I will have to, though we've plenty cut out for us.'