Author Archives: Lisa Lillibridge/Dakota 1966

About Lisa Lillibridge/Dakota 1966

I grew up roaming and scavenging the plains of southern South Dakota. That childhood landscape instilled a desire for spaciousness that's stayed with me into adulthood. My work often reflects these themes.

Cape Cod lightā€¦

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To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle. ā€”Walt Whitman

early morning lightā€¦

Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tidesā€”Dylan Thomas/Light breaks where no sun shines

afternoon lightā€¦

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English languageā€”Henry James

evening lightā€¦

night lightā€¦

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man. ā€”William Shakespeare

sunrise on Town Neck Beachā€¦

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The Coyote by Badger Clark, South Dakota Poet

Trailing the last gleam after,
Ā Ā Ā Ā  In the valleys emptied of light,
Ripples a whimsical laughter
Ā Ā Ā Ā  Under the wings of the night.
Mocking the faded west airily,
Meeting the little bats merrily,
Ā Ā Ā Ā  Over the mesas it shrills
Ā Ā Ā Ā  To the red moon on the hills.

Read Badger Clark's full poemā€”South Dakota Historical Society link: https://www.sdhsf.org/badger-clark/badger-clark-poems/the-coyote.html