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.
I actually feel like I'm there when I look at this. I kind of makes me think though that you get all these pictures of beeches where its all golden sand and sunshine, but this one looks dark and polluted. Maybe this is a glimpse of the future of our planet, all pollution with the beauty sucked out of it
Russ