Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Monday, July 23, 2007
Painting
Across the fields the sun paints the cathedral with a golden light. It is quiet and you can hear the bells from the tower, distant, a whisper, a memory of bells. The sky is beautiful.
My catmom is gonna really love the pictures on your blog! A really long time ago her family had to leave Wales, but they have, every generation, wanted to go home someday.
My catmom is gonna really love the pictures on your blog! A really long time ago her family had to leave Wales, but they have, every generation, wanted to go home someday.
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The sky is beautiful but the ginger cat makes it PERFECT!
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