Friday 5 June 2009

The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, midday.

Already the greens are monochrome dark, only the pale spires of stone pennywort, the mauve of foxgloves and the frothy, fruity perfume of elderflowers give some lift to the scene.

1 comment:

Rouchswalwe said...

These words of beauty tonight have given me a lift. Merci, Lucy.