When I moved to the country....

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"When I moved to the country, I felt as if I could finally exhale that little bit of breath I'd been unconsciously holding in my lungs. Time is not so relentless when it is possible to watch the sun make an uninhibited arc across the day, when the stars take up more of the night's space than the darkness, when a footprint lives for days in its moist soil bed, when the only motor to be heard is the occasional tractor several miles away." -- Cecily Schmidt, "Common Threads (Wild Child).  

2 comments

Jill Wasiewicz said...

Beautiful image Wendy, I love your composition and the depth you created here!

Wendy said...

This is my favourite sort of composition. Glad you like it! :)