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Monday, 24 September 2012

From dreams to reality

I dreamed last night of a boat crossing from a small rocky island to the mainland in high seas, grey and menacing. I woke this morning to a Carmine swamped and isolated from the world in a sea of fog, and rain cascading from the gutterless stone roofs above. The children in their colourful wellies and carrying gay umbrellas plunge down into the mist, their chattering voices fading into the abyss. 

Autumn has arrived, and as I walk the Hound of the Baskervilles along the woodland trail, I remember another rainy autumn, when I found myself thankful that I am not made of sugar...



Casa Chiera, Carmine Superiore.
In the Rain.

3 comments:

ladyfi said...

Gorgeous shot!

Louise | Italy said...

:-))

chrysalis said...

Shared to facebook and shared weather too!!

Monday, 24 September 2012

From dreams to reality

I dreamed last night of a boat crossing from a small rocky island to the mainland in high seas, grey and menacing. I woke this morning to a Carmine swamped and isolated from the world in a sea of fog, and rain cascading from the gutterless stone roofs above. The children in their colourful wellies and carrying gay umbrellas plunge down into the mist, their chattering voices fading into the abyss. 

Autumn has arrived, and as I walk the Hound of the Baskervilles along the woodland trail, I remember another rainy autumn, when I found myself thankful that I am not made of sugar...



Casa Chiera, Carmine Superiore.
In the Rain.

3 comments:

ladyfi said...

Gorgeous shot!

Louise | Italy said...

:-))

chrysalis said...

Shared to facebook and shared weather too!!