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Old English manor house frozen in winter time
Reflections of Winter The reflection in the river of the bare trees, clothed for winter, is almost perfect. Only the smallest edge of ground in the bottom right and a few golden leaves on the water give it away. Follow me on bxfoto.com | twitter | Facebook | Flickr | 500px | Artist Web Sites
Winter's Bare Branches - Holding On - By Vivienne Gucwa Stuck somewhere between the heart and lips pushed down by the echoes of memory echoes loss: the mirror reflection of connection. We spend our lives shedding pieces of ourselves: molted hopes and dreams that slough off into the thoughts of everyone we meet like stardust falling to the Earth from distant stars. These are the pieces we hold on to: the pieces that are part of us that can never be put back into the same place again after they dissolve into nothing. === On a bleak winter day, clusters of branches reach out towards each other against the backdrop of a bone-grey sky. Taken at Socrates Sculpture Park in Long Island City - Queens, New York City. ---
Winter Solace, 12.25 x 13 inches Walnut ink, sumi and watercolor painted over digital photograph of Italian marble, printed on washi (Hosho), a type of Japanese paper. Original. A one-of-a-kind.
pumpkin sky...
Old English manor house frozen in winter time
Old English manor house frozen in winter time
Old English manor house frozen in winter time
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