Tuesday, 8 December 2009

Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon.

The small stream rumbles like a mighty cataract, and, though autumn seemed over, there is a last scattering of gold from oaks and hazels, even as the first catkins appear.


The Crow said...

I so enjoy the way you describe your world, Lucy; so beautiful and alive.


Lucy said...

Thanks for coming and joining me, Martha!