Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Up the road, afternoon.
White butterflies over and around the field of feed-cabbages, and white gulls over and around the tractor harrowing the stubble of the wheatfield, look like torn scraps of white paper.
3 comments:
Vivid imagery; gorgeous.
You use words to paint like Van Gogh used oils. I admire the artistry of you both.
:)
oh we saw just that butterfly scene a few days ago, lovely!
I think of you now, everytime I see a butterfly. xx
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