FIELD DAY:
Sunshine, Yellow Hammers, Buzzards glide on bluesky thermals.
The heady perfume of Hawthorn blossom, cowslip & bluebell.
We slip between fields of seedling corn on silent wheels
with only the tiny clicks of free wheeling chains to give
us away.
(K)

This is only a draft made in Gimp but someday I will paint it.
Now it´s time to work, two days of board meetings are waiting.
Love Witness!
Must be the guitar
again and again and again and again….. ❤