Words and Pictures- Gwen McClellan
Monday, August 10, 2015
8.8.15 No roiling skies; just a dancing field
Yesterday I pulled over , and sat by the side of the road, taking in the undulations within the tall field of corn, as the evening winds swept by. Van Gogh, on a more temperate day, perhaps . No roiling skies; just a dancing field.
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