Autumn 2016, view from my living room

After along day driving, up North, to attend the second funeral this week, I am back home, tired, I switched on my computer in search of a soothing image.

This one. Every object, color or the view, everything tells a story. The table, he chairs, the fabric of the pillows (even the foam inside the fabric, invisible), the typewriter, the candle holders, the roses, the color of the wall, the framed picture (Hong Kong), the shape of the window, the glass, the tree, the color of the leaves, the building in the background, the lamp hanging over the street, the sun lighting the scene from the back, me sitting in my favorite corner.


About Wilson

relentless hunter gatherer of soothing beauty, great and small
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