The light, late on an August evening has a softer tone than
July and one that brings with it a sense of fullness.
Large swaths of marsh grass swaying and shimmering
like waves on the sea but with a warmth you can feel.
The scent of the peat bog rises on the breeze
where swallows drift and dart.
Soon twilght will envelope us and the spirits will dance...
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Oil on wood panel 6 x 8.
Thoughts & comments always greatly appreciated.
Jeffrey
