The patter of rain drops on leaves and the song of the thrush in the trees are the only two sounds I hear. Then in the distance, the chiming of church bells… the symphony of Salies through my studio window. Continue reading
The patter of rain drops on leaves and the song of the thrush in the trees are the only two sounds I hear. Then in the distance, the chiming of church bells… the symphony of Salies through my studio window. Continue reading