Walking on the beach at sunset. Not a soul in sight. A boat in the distance is taking its fisherman own home. There is a pinkness to the horizon. It reminds me of the southwest. Painters embellish the colors so that the browns are not so brown. They enjoy the indiscriminate subtlety. I do, too.
Sometimes on my late walks, I find a few treasures. I collect them from around the world, in the Great Smoky Mountains, on land I love, along the coastline.
Particularly interesting is the seaglass. Enjoy. The clear glass compote is a Simon Pearce piece.
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