As I post the sketches from France, I am surprised at the little details which pop out of the sketches. Things I thought I wouldn't forget. I took this photo through a dusty window in France, but if it had not had a date on it, I might think it had come from an old memory of Japan.Memories are like that. They get fuzzy. They connect with other memories. They recreate themselves. They recreate us.
Today, I've added 3 more days of sketches to the April Blog. They begin just after my list of thanks. Click here for the Archive:
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What a gorgeous photograph, Annette!
Thanks, Martha
It was a really dusty window in the wire scultor's studio, but I loved the view. It seemed to fit my thoughts today.
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Annette. this is a beautiful photo. So romantic. I have several looking very much like this from Venice. Thanks for giving me the address t9o your blog.
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