A woman speaks… camera scripta, camera picta… a room…
“Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?”
Thank you so much!!
haunting and beautiful Kari!
Thank you so much, Meg! That day was like that…
Very beautiful & perfect quote.
Thank you so much, Jonathan! Whitman are for days like that…
I hope you are fine! (…smiling for you…)
I am somehow more than fine, which I hope you are well!
I am so glad for you…sun is on my face now, feels good…
Beautiful image, Kari, the trees back in the haze and the branches cutting across the sky both add a lot to it. I hope you’re fine, my friend! Don’t forget to re-read Wind In The Willows!!! 🙂 Adrian
Thank you so much!! I am fine, and I will re-read it for sure!! (…smiling for you…)
I love this stunning mountain portrait of yours. Well done!
Thank you so much for your comment!! and welcome in here!!
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As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).
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