It happens in the life of Angela every hour, every day. It happens to paint the mythical life of our greatest thoughts.It happens to her art as a living myth.Because she is the magic hour of our eyes.Yannis Politopoulos
Beautiful, Yannis. Efharisto.
What a beautiful moody sky and a gorgeous path that I'd love to walk on myself.
Thank you :)
Oh!!! The birds, the sky, the grass poking through the snow, the wildness!! I can't tell you how much I want to be there, walking down that inviting lane!! :)