A mist hangs over the hills shrouding the trees in a veil of invisibility.
How grey is my valley... |
A lonely leaf hangs tenaciously on bare vines |
rusted smudge pots waiting ... to be put to frost prevention service among the tender vines of spring |
Rusted relics of harvests past |
a few remaining apples , food for hungry little creatures seeking sustenance in winter |
and a decaying rose defying time clinging to the bud of it's youth |
and right next to the decayed rose a new bud ever hopeful , confident spring and new beginnings are just around the corner |
The sun will emerge through the clouds and a new day will begin PAINTING from The Harris Gallery Thanks to all of you who have reached out to us with such generosity of spirit as we travel the difficult road of closing down Summer Hill Ltd. Your support has been overwhelming. True friends have emerged and bonds have been strengthened. Our sincere apologies to those we have disappointed or let down. These are circumstances out of our control. We gave it our all... May the new year bring you good health, love, and hopefully a bit of prosperity. |
How poignantly beautiful, Rela... A lovely closure to the year that was. Spring, with it's new life and renewal, is not far away.... Bessos
ReplyDeleteoh Rela....you are as inspiring as that and those who inspire you....may you continue to find the sad beauty, the glorious decay and the twisted roads that turn them into new, more profound statements of that which surrounds our life here in this magic valley. May you enjoy a peaceful, warm and joyful New Year with those whom you hold close...
ReplyDeleteSo bittersweet, but with your usual elegance and grace. I hope that you keep blogging your exquisite pictures and wonderful insights on design.
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