Thuds in the dark longness terrorists get painted by morning light into black kits and kats. The gambolling fawn doesn’t even stop for pleasantries with me kneeling in the moss on the hill. Lawn mower Brown, I say Mr. Brown…
Running scrambling spiders frightening in their knowledge Now its cold. It is 42’.
1 comment:
i find this one to be the most beautiful. the intensity of the colour is unreal. you have an uncanny eye
some great pics here
thanx for sharing your words and images
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