A woman speaks… camera scripta, camera picta… a room…
“…Absorbed in the new scents, the sounds, and the sunlight…”
(Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows)
sunlight is like white paper
…(…smiling…)… yes, like a blank canvas…
Ah, The Wind in the Willows, a very favourite book of mine! And is this quote from Mr Mole, after he comes up in spring from his underground home??? Very much like the partial portrait too. Adrian
…see…I knew that you knew that… (…smiling so much…)… I too love this book very much…
Thank you, Adrian!
never any doubt…that YOU ARE
Thank you so much, Nathan!
Thank you so much, Chris!
…and welcome to my little room…
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Inspired by poetry, art, life, imperfections, music, nature, dreams and antiques.
Believes that things should not be in small drawers inside large closets.
As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).
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