I can't get enough of these clouds as if from another galaxy and the white trees wildly bright against the fog of reeds. No matter how long I watch the birds moving like phantoms over the water, I can't help wanting to be with them. This boy (I imagine) in his long wooden boat must feel the same way I do, at least I like to think so. May this photograph elevate you this Monday morning --- and may the force of art be with you.
I can't get enough of these clouds as if from another galaxy and the white trees wildly bright against the fog of reeds. No matter how long I watch the birds moving like phantoms over the water, I can't help wanting to be with them. This boy (I imagine) in his long wooden boat must feel the same way I do, at least I like to think so. May this photograph elevate you this Monday morning --- and may the force of art be with you.
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Thank you! Now I love it, too!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kathleen; I also don't tire of it at all...
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