T.: On the sill

Saturday, November 3, 2012

On the sill —

with a backdrop of steamy glass —

4 comments:

37paddingtonNovember 3, 2012 at 10:18 PM
You have such an eye for beauty.
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TaradharmaNovember 3, 2012 at 11:02 PM
reminds me of an old Flemish painting. So very beautiful, T.

I'm sending my own humble images your way on Monday...hope you enjoy. I really love your photos and your drawings. You've 'got it' in spades, m'dear.
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Claire BeynonNovember 4, 2012 at 12:22 PM
This image reminds me (as many of your images and posts remind me) that there is shimmer everywhere if we know where and how to look. Thanks, T xo
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T. November 4, 2012 at 7:18 PM
The shimmer, ladies, is in all of you.

xxooT.
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