beneath the grand,
enormous sky,
I make my humble,
bladed bed.
And where there’s level ground,
I spread.
Sunday Sayings: Title and extract taken from Joyce Sidman’s “Grass” to accompany this photo. Humble though they may be, I see grasses as an art in themselves
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Really nice landscape, Laura. In hand with those lines, a narrative unfolding
thank you John – sometimes I wonder why I bothered to take a particular photo but then I start to see further in