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.
Thanks, Tom! I'm a bit of a jack-of-all-trades (master of none) where creativity is concerned, but I keep on thinking that there has to be a way to draw it all together . . .
Beautiful and enthralling; I marvel at your many creative and artistic abilities!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tom! I'm a bit of a jack-of-all-trades (master of none) where creativity is concerned, but I keep on thinking that there has to be a way to draw it all together . . .
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