I woke up early to a grey sky but no rain.
I walked into town and took the bus out of town to Nowhere.
(Intet = nothing or nowhere)
(I love getting off the bus here)
I walked through the woods down to the lake,
where on this chilly morning I had the whole beach to myself.
Well – almost…
And from there through the birch wood…
… to the House…
… where I spent a couple of hours thinking, remembering …
and taking photos to help me continue doing the same at home.
The watercolour was painted by me in the garden in the mid 90’s.
4 comments:
Monica, that first picture is one of the prettiest you've ever posted. And you are so talented with the painting...didn't your father paint? I have a picture of a painting I saved, and I'm thinking it's his?
No Ginny, my father did not paint. My maternal grandfather did though, and my mother had a bit of artistic talent too. My father was an engineer and he had a more "technical" mind.
It is beautiful where you live and you share it so nicely with the rest of us.
Quite a change of scene. I don't recall seeing a painting of yours before. But you know what a bad memory I have.
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