Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thursday, 16 December 2010
Down the road, early evening.
The swept-up, bare branches of the poplars in the valley look like the bristles of great brushes, turned upside-down to sweep the drifts of dust-blue cloud across the evening sky.
1 comment:
Oh! This is indeed a picture painted by words. I can see it all.
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