It was cloudy but not so cold when I stepped out in the afternoon. Painting outdoor in winter, cold as it always is, serves as an antidote to the dull and drill of the monotonous routines of my daily life in the season. The silence that surrounds me is always so mesmerizing and so tangible!
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Dear friend... ur comments near the paintings are really like a poem...that make ur pic more cute...I went through most of ur posts..really wonderfull..keep it up..cheers
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