I type with a sore back from weeding. I gauge another four hours and I will have finished the beast of the flowerbed I am working on. I have as audio book to keep my mind occupied with murders and mysteries while taking on a tedious task.
This painting is a view from a walk through Benenden. My walks take many pauses when something gorgeous catches my eye.
Where the Sky meets the Trees
Oil on Board
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