Confession: I have been writing (true) stories that are not on this blog.
A few weeks ago, I pointed those kind persons who'd asked "where have all the stories gone?" toward a new page right here on the Breadbox Letters. But in case anyone is interested in more current scribbles, you can check out my blog It's Only Write.
Well. I say "more current." But the truth is, some of these are about events that happened years ago. Like a
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Painting: Haynes King
From one gently maturing lady to another, I love read ing your stories! I'm just getting back to blog reading, after a bit of a hiatus, and I'm enjoying your latest posts!
ReplyDeleteLaura, I appreciate that so much!
DeleteI am with you in crossing out "a little old" !!! I mean we can still enjoy, thanks be to God, the vision of these beautiful paintings and comprehend the quotations on good days! And what colors, what a feast for the eyes (thanks to my glasses mind you!) in that painting. Wow. All the cloth and texture and the feel of the stone floor and on and on. Thank you Nancy...
ReplyDeleteI love the textures in this painting too. And the colors (I love the red of that skirt!). I just sit back and enjoy paintings like this, noticing various things about them. I'm right with you in the on and ons. And thank YOU!
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