Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Trust Fall
Fear or excitement? I hope to trust enough to enjoy the latter.
I like this: it is both colorful and kinetic!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I'm enjoying trying the brushes again.
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