Tag Archives: Warming

PLEIN AIR WINTER MORNING

On a roll, back in the act, begun from a run of deathly, restless sleep, one step tentative, yet bold out for a stroll, plein air, winter morning. . . for sure, yes, cold, but the brilliant yellow leaves that … Continue reading

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