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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

A peek between the pages.

My little water colour set sits handy near the dash with much more personality than a camera.
I always remember the spot I sketched in much more than when my fingers click a button. I can go back and smell the smell or grab the heat that had me finding some shady spot.
Gazing at the drops of colour, I see the breeze that lifted those page of this thick white paper. These little sketches get finished, and stay tucked up between friendly pages. When I revisit this little book, I feel my self there, only me looking and enjoying.
They wait, my traveling companions to hear the rustle of the sleepy bag, warning them that their work is to begin.

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