Pictures in an Exhibition.
The light this morning was out of a Maxfield Parrish painting. I wish I had had more time to marvel at it but I was walking the dog and then I had pastry to buy. By the time I was done with those pleasant errands, the light had changed, and, with it, the world was less enchanted.
It is a good thing that I live in New Orleans.
Time continues to seep in…