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Sun expresses the rhododendron, and light displays its jewelry.
The nearby maple glows late - afternoon yellow and casts long shadows that creep to me in fingers. I breath in while it's breathing out.
The maple shrinks. The creeping shadows are black and blue. The day is done, but I’m not.
I don’t shrink; nor am I black and blue.
But my reality was born in shadows.
Written by Greg Pastore
painting on 20 × 20 canvas
Sun expresses the rhododendron, and light displays its jewelry.
The nearby maple glows late - afternoon yellow and casts long shadows that creep to me in fingers. I breath in while it's breathing out.
The maple shrinks. The creeping shadows are black and blue. The day is done, but I’m not.
I don’t shrink; nor am I black and blue.
But my reality was born in shadows.
Written by Greg Pastore
painting on 20 × 20 canvas