Pen and Color Desert Scene by kenne
Sonnet 73
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,Desert
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
— William Shakespeare
LOVE that picture!
Thank you, Pit.
You’re welcome, Kenne. I could well imagine it hanging on one of our walls here.
I can send you a printable file if you would like.
What a great offer, Kenne. I really appreciate that. Thank you! Would you need my email for that? Let me know, please.
I’d let you know what exactly I’ll do with it. Maybe first use it as a desktop background. For printing, I’d take it to a place in Kerrville, where I’ve had photos of mine printed before. But that will not been too soon as we’re still somewhat leery of going into stores.
Take care, my friend, and once again thanks,
Pit
Pit,
I will send you an email later today. Take care.
Thanks, Kenne! 🙂