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.
They really are beautiful. And the lamp with it's antique paint job provides "the odd confluence of age and infancy creating the perfect place to house winter flowers." Thanks for these pictures.
They really are beautiful. And the lamp with it's antique paint job provides "the odd confluence of age and infancy creating the perfect place to house winter flowers." Thanks for these pictures.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing in the enjoyment! I hadn't thought about that aspect of the lamp, but it adds a nice continuity--thanks for pointing it out.
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