A gentle breeze released tiny privet flowers from the dense tree crown above, and swirled them into micro-drifts against barriers big and small. I couldn't figure out what caused the rusty brown lines among them. They seem too thin to be wheel imprints. Perhaps the ghost of Jackson Pollock floated by.
2 comments:
We don't need Pollock when we've got you.
Photoshop is just too much fun sometimes. ;^) Thanks P.
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