Books and bookish thoughts lead me down so many dusty tracks of thought that sometimes I feel the need to kick out the light and say, that's it. I'm off! But still we continue to look for new projects to occupy the hours we don't have to finish the ones we are doing now. Time and ideas are a problem because we have to make choices. I have chosen my June/ July/ August project and only time will tell if it can be achieved. But there is always other quests going on. Like who painted this?
I took this picture (I think) but can't figure out where or who painted it (note to self - keep notes). But I do like it very much indeed. All answers on a postcard to the usual address. I was reading Douglas Dunn last night and came across the line, 'Her pleasure whispered through a much kissed smile...' and I rather like that expression. So I steal it, and the unknown painting, for here, in the hope that no one minds. These days in an open book... missing pages I cannot seem to find..
