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 light…

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

early morning light…

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

afternoon light…

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

evening light…

night light…

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

sunrise on Town Neck Beach…

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The Coyote by Badger Clark, South Dakota Poet

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

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