I can always feel the exciting tremor in my heart while my sight takes in the visual feast from my daily surroundings; whether it is a gentle ripple of water in a gust of wind in spring, or a cool shadow cast behind a summer tree, or a lonely cloud in the deep dome of a blue sky, or a falling leaf drifting from the autumn foliage, or a white expanse of snow in a winter field.
I always feel humbled and overwhelmed by the infinite power of nature's own palette. However, whenever, with my feeble and humble effort, I find myself getting closer and closer to capturing a fleeting glimpse of what I see and translating it visually onto a piece of canvas, I can feel a surge of joy, it is the song of my heart.
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