my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



3/11/14

going forward, armed with nothing

pencil, brush and a stack 
of papers under the table.






spring shows it's colors and i do, too
- another exercise on our shelf














hands will say it all 







will be back here in a month with stories
and pictures of a new land. 

take care, dear friends





4 comments:

  1. a new land?....
    you make me curious

    take care
    xx

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  2. i hope you find
    everything you're looking for,
    my dear olga.

    i owe you a photo :)
    i will write.

    x

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  3. will be waiting to hear and see that stories.
    hope all is well.
    I love that first sentence.

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  4. Hope to see you back here soon with your new stories, Olga!

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olga.




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