Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Medium: HB Pencil


Enbrethiliel said...


There's something about this that reminds me of my childhood.

Belfry Bat said...

Hmmm... different!

But seasonal, too. It was hot, yesterday, I happened to bike by a front lawn covered with these things (or something like), and the air was just redolent of the little blossoms. Something I'm not sure I remember from many occasions, though I've walked through fields of the stuff many times.

Isn't it strange, the sorts of thing one remembers, what one forgets?

Bryan <> said...

Reminds me of the touching of hands in Michelangelo's fresco "The Creation of Adam".

Paul Stilwell said...

Enbrethiliel, glad it does so. We noticed the flowers we call weeds in such a different way. I remember sucking the nectar out of the flowers of these as a kid.

Bat, yes it is strange I find. I love clover. I leave it when I'm weeding in the gardens, and if I have to take it out I'll try to transplant it to another location.

Bryan, hey, yes, I can see that!