Sometimes photos are just better…
I have an amazing back yard. It’s very European with a clay brick patio and trellis overgrown by a traffic-stopping Bougainvillea. It blooms all the time. Why don’t I paint the flowers, walkway and potted plants? It’s a great question and one I have philosophically pondered for many years. I’ll eat my lunch Al Fresco and admire the birds and butterflies but never pick up a paint brush or pencil. Maybe it’s a need for quiet emotion, quiet reflection and non-purposive moments. But, my little refuge as serene as it is has never been rendered. But, I will snap photos.
Al Fresco
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