The old houses emerge weather worn
Branches of trees reach this way, and that
Forever entwined in windless fantasy
Painting acrylic ink and acrylic on canvas
Fragment of poetry by the fantastic Scottish poet
Eileen Carney Hulme ( adjusted slightly to fit my painting )
Hi Chris,
ReplyDeleteLovely colours, and I hope that the Lakes inspired you and still are. Nice to have met you the other day!