clouds
Last night the wind and rain combed through the poplars and now only a few green-gold clumps cling on. The tips of the cherry trees are doing a ritual fire-dance and, as I look in through the studio window, Julian is painting clouds.
posted by ruth at 4:09 PM
1 Comments:
Beautiful image, it looks woven, like a fine old sweater.
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