The river Barle flows through moorland and woodland in the Exmoor National Park. Even in early spring, before the trees are in leaf, it's an idyllic place to walk on a sunny day. 18th March '05.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling, like dew, upon a thought produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions think and smile.
Art is everywhere, except it has to pass through a creative mind.
A terrific scene, Si, and I like the way you framed it. The prominate tree on the right anchors the peaceful setting. Wonderful sky, soft coloring. Just gorgeous.