Stream at Glun

It was a spectacular day in the French countryside: the purest light, intoxicatingly sweet air, a light breeze, and a calendar-page setting. I clambered along the edges of the small stream and hung over the bridge railing trying to catch angles of the branches, weeds and natural debris floating downstream with the current. This is the result of that afternoon, in creative styles that are counterbalanced.


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