Rolling hills

14 08 2017

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Father heard someone outside. We went out to see what was there. It was a lone airplane. Lost in the sky.

Rolling Hills

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A Beached Beast, 1942

14 08 2017




Alone in the woods

14 08 2017

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The snap of the flames. The crackle of the wood. A branch breaks. In the darkness…

Alone in the Woods

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I’m sure you gentleman can appreciate how difficult this is for my lady…

14 08 2017




Thomas Rowlandson 1785-1827

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The Critics

14 08 2017

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They hover like moths around a candle. Afraid to get to close. Afraid to get burnt. But that is the only way to appreciate art. And they refuse.

The Critics

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Mist on the beach

14 08 2017

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And I sank down into the blue. And let myself drift through the cool stream. My feathers slipping away.

Mist on the Beach

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