March 16, 2016

Evening melts

The Swale rushes from a broken ale cask I imagine, way out beyond the lead mines and a million rope swings.   Dangles into the country like a rosary from the knuckles of the town.   It’s …

Source: Evening melts

About Jane Bled

Human. Happy in my solitude. Free of expectations. Awakening. Light side: love, peace, art. Dark side: ****** I despise the word 'follower'. It calls to mind lemmings, sheep, cults, etc. Here to exhibit my art -- not aiming to gain a flock of seagulls that mournfully cry out my name as they fail to reach me.