© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
So was I once myself a swinger of birches;
And so I dream of going back to be.
It’s when I’m weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig’s having lashed across it open.
I’d like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
~ from Birches, Robert Frost
Digital oils from an original photograph shot
November 22, 2012 in Newtown, Connecticut.
Tech specs: Photoshop 7, virtualPhotographer,
Akvis Oils over DAP
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