stories and illustration

Willows by the Leet


A wash of green: the willow,  and those delicate leaves from surrouding trees growing every whichways, seen as I was going home along a by-way of the river Leet, where hardly anyone walks. I could hear some children playing in the distance on the other side of the river, and the harsh cry of a disurbed duck, but otherwise silence.

September 27, 2013 - Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , ,


  1. I bet you never drive use a bus or train.. you just walk and walk and walk.. and take amazing pictures.. did not see the nasty sky yet too.. enjoy the silence it is the weekend.


    Comment by doronart | September 27, 2013 | Reply

    • I don’t drive – though my husband does, so now I don’t take the bus so often, and the train even less – I don’t walk as much as I should, but I do like those moments of silence, you can walk for miles here and hardly meet a soul; and there are new things in every direction, and new light on old sights, and everything changing all the time… I just liked the sight of those trees, all that green… enjoy your weekend too, Doron.


      Comment by Cara Lockhart Smith | September 28, 2013 | Reply

      • Sound as the first woman to Mars… hope to hitch hike up North and soak this silence to my canvass as it sound very beautiful to me..


        Comment by doronart | September 28, 2013

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