T.: Stormy

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Stormy

5 comments:

Sean BentleyNovember 19, 2011 at 10:29 AM
Wow, love the second one!
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TaradharmaNovember 19, 2011 at 4:50 PM
Wowie!!! Such brilliant tree color lit by the sun with the black clouds behind!

I can almost smell the air, T.
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Cro MagnonNovember 19, 2011 at 9:14 PM
A good lesson for painters here. Never work on a white ground; prepare your canvas in advance with a dark grey or burnt sienna, and just watch the colours sing!
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ElizabethNovember 19, 2011 at 9:39 PM
Those are both perfection!
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UnknownNovember 20, 2011 at 11:07 AM
The light in the second one is splendid & haunting, but they're both beautiful photos!
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