The summer sun shone round me,
The folded valley lay
In a stream of sun and odour,
That sultry summer day.
The tall trees stood in the sunlight
As still as still could be,
But the deep grass sighed and rustled
And bowed and beckoned me.
The deep grass moved and whispered
And bowed and brushed my face.
It whispered in the sunshine:
“The winter comes apace.”
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
Snag the fresh summer desktop here…
Jumping into a bit of “sketching” for the next round of Toy Lifestyle shots. The subject of these images are some miniature food that the wonderfully inspiring Suzanne Sease introduced me to.
