Down on the water.
Three birds sat and contemplated the approaching twilight
Three became five
As the dusk setted
They pondered, and sat
patiently waiting for the end of the day
the tide, coming or going - it mattered not
abounding, reflecting, refracting,
subdued with luminous light
A pastel painting that was going to be an oil, but I started it lateish last night
and decided instead to pump up the music, and with my last piece of sanded paper,
throw some pastels around (no, not literally!)
Happy PPF! (Paint Party Friday)
(Love your comments!)