This painting hangs in my parents' house in Melbourne, although they bought it in Canada, about 30 years or so ago. It has been very hot in Melbourne recently, and I can imagine my parents looking at the snow with longing.
No snow here in Exile, but plenty of dust swirling around in eddies and banking up against anything it can stick to.
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nice rain headed your way =)
I can imagine the peace that lovely painting brings.
I recall my brother in Darwin saying how he craved a marble slab to lie on. More lovely still to crawl beneath the berries. Momentary relief from dust, too, I imagine.
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