Love your creativity here....how you've played with the textures of pavements and fonts. Really beautiful work!
the title reminded me of the old song, 'they paved paradise to put up a parking lot'. haven't thought of that song in years. august here is cool, need the fireplace, need the hunting socks. need coffee. i cope with chocolate!in fondest, tilda
A word is worth a thousand pictures. Up on the wood field road, at the high point of the county, there is an shady old sycamore, with a puddle ten feet square, and every August afternoon, a crowd of cows stand there for a bit of heat relief. From this day forward, I shall always see them as a circle of SUVs.
I can't wait for October.Can't. Wait.
come. sit under the emma tree & let's talk. i have cookies . . .