Thursday, 24 January 2013

White Owl

No more leaves on branches, but a white owl, listening each sound emerging from the sleeping landscape....


Dear Lily, your mail filled with treasures has already reach its aim.... thank you!
Arwenn was enthousistic with your presents !! your bag is already filled with books ! you spoil us as ever....


I never paint without a good cup of tea (indeed perfect for stimulating inspiration), your birds will find a priviledged place in my personal diary where I like to write down the little things that are remarkable in my day...

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