a collection of my original watercolour paintings.
A wonderful air of secrecy pervades this, with the trees closing in and the canal dwindling to a point under the bridge. I wonder where the canal goes- or does it disappear after the bridge, to be seen no more?
A wonderful air of secrecy pervades this, with the trees closing in and the canal dwindling to a point under the bridge. I wonder where the canal goes- or does it disappear after the bridge, to be seen no more?
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