Live for the Love of it
I have never seen this painting before but I love it! My grandfather was was separated from his family when he moved to America from Russia at 13. The last he heard of my grandmother was someone saw her and the other kids walking down a road after the farm was taken from them. This looks like the picture I have in my mind! Thanks for sharing it!
What a heartbreaking story. I'm very happy you liked the painting, though. The outskirts of Moscow don't look the same anymore, but further away you could still find places just like that: rye fields, clear horizons, and enormous skies.
Happy, these are gorgeous words, subtle hope within this journey. I can't find a better place to address the topic...was looking for your "actual," name to befriend you on facebook, if you have an account and would like to be my friend please feel free to look me up! Smiles to you Miss Happy!
Thank you, Hannah, so very much!
Hi H.A. You will soon need to drop the "amateur" nothing amateurish about you unless you are defining 'amateur" in terms of the purity of the wonder of your words... the painting and poem are both exquisite and excellently matched. Joined your blog... echoe Hannha's sentiments above... find me if you like .. you will be most welcomed.
Hi, Pearl,I like all the connotations of 'amateur', especially the 'lover' that goes right to the root of the word. But thank you very much for your words :-) I'm not on Facebook, or Twitter.. right now I feel it would be too much, but maybe some day.. Thank you for the invitation! I really am very happy to have found this great writing community!And thank you for joining my blog!!!
Hmmm I see I'm a black exclamatory triangle on your site... don't ask me why I just turn up that way sometimes... :)
I'll know you anywhere, the mysterious triangle :-)
Sweet, neat and very tasty. Thanks so much!
You are welcome! Thank You!
A beautiful painting indeed and your words complement it. Both so very inviting :)www.normamartiri.wordpress.com
I'm so glad! Thank you!