From my journal last week: Early morning - light just touching the edges of dark highlighting the bits of snow remaining under the trees. Rain coming and soon our soft white coverlet will turn to dark mud and disappear. I so loved seeing it all around - softening the edges of fields and rocks and highlighting the leftover bits of gardens and hayfields, lining the trees and adding a marvelous glow to a moon-struck earth.
I sketch the peace of the moment - with olives ..
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