At The Going Down Of The Sun
I walk often along the coastal path, at other times I run along it. My love of this part of the world is such that I find myself walking it at all kinds of hours of the night. IN the late evening there always comes a magical 15 minutes or so when everything takes on a very different hue. I walked the path the other night and the dark colours seemed to whisper to me. I have tried so hard to recreate the feeling of that moment I hope I have in some small way.
Oh! je suis heureuse de vous retrouver et de pouvoir admirer une nouvelle peinture, qui somme toute est très vibrante de couleurs... Un sentiment de bonheur jaillit de celle-ci.
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AT THE GOING DOWN
ReplyDeleteOF THE SUN
A MAN WANDERS ALONG THE SEA
ALONE
THE COLOR OF HIS DREAM IS GOLD
AND STONE
THE BLUE OF WATER AND
THE SCENT OF HOME...
nice to see you my friend...
cool painting, Ralph...great to see you blogging again :)
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