Living in a painting

The other day, my daughter came home from school without her friend

And so she had time to dawdle on the ten-minute walk from the station.

Time to gasp in amazement at the colours of autumn,

To breathe in the serenity of mist and mellowness

As she walked along the lake.

She burst through the door and said,

“Now I understand why you’re always outside with your camera:

We live in a beautiful painting!”

(All these are early morning shots taken on the same day.)

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