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Today along the Staffordshire and Worcester canal at Dimmingsdale. Late dragonflies and butterflies, last nectar of the year for the loud frenzy of bees on the ivy blossom, heavy scents in the unseasonal warmth, grey wagtails bobbing along with sudden flutters of wings as flies pass by, still reflections in the water.

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2 thoughts on “reflections

  • October 10, 2014 at 8:23 pm
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    These would be wonderful inspiration for textile pieces

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    • October 11, 2014 at 10:12 am
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      I can see that. There’s a depth to reflections in water and on glass that fascinates.

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