The Japanese Tea Rooms

I was out and about at the amazing Huntington Gardens and Huntington Library a couple of weeks ago. It is a fascinating display, both in the mansion and grounds. A truly magnificent collection of plants, trees, cacti, succulents and shrubs from around the globe. The grounds are so well put together and some the fine collections have been well maintained and cared for over many years, allowing the gardens to mature in a veritable paradise! I took a couple of photos while there and would like to add a few to this page, so you get a feel for the beauty and history which embodies Huntington Gardens…

Japanese Tea Room 3 by Mike-Hope

The Japanese Tea Rooms by Mike-Hope 

Japanese Tea Room by Mike-Hope

Japanese Tea Rooms 2 by Mike-Hope

Japanese Tea Room 2 by Mike-Hope

Japanese Tea Rooms 3 by Mike-Hope

Thanks for taking a look and I hope you enjoyed the pics…

Mike-Hope

A Manhattan sort of evening!

A Manhattan, New York evening shot from Brooklyn as the sun went down and a 50’s filter was used to give this an old time feeling. This was shot from a high rise in Williamsburg, Brooklyn on the 27th floor through double pain glass so there is a little double reflection an some areas. Hope you like it!

A New York sort of Evening by Mike-Hope

A Manhattan sort of Evening by Mike-Hope

Thank you for stopping by,

Mike-Hope

 

I am an artist because…

Very good article!! “Just get it done”

Cristian Mihai

There’s a part of me that believes art to be a primordial aspect of the human condition. Art inspires, art is a way of achieving greatness, of building a better world. Art turns strangers into friends. Without art, without artists, we wouldn’t be ourselves anymore.

Because I feel that within the confines of any artistic form of expression, we allow ourselves to wear a mask. The artist hides behind words or paints or brushes. And he feels safe. He can be anyone he wants to be. His freedom is limitless. And he plays this bizarre game of hide and seek with the rest of the world, constantly changing the rules, until he decides – maybe on a mere subconscious level – to  be himself, thinking that people will never find out.

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