|Trees on legs (a giant caterpillar?)|
|Hockney colours and shapes|
|Sturdy tree ahead|
So steeped I am in the psalms just now, that I can't see even a muddy puddle without thinking of the pilgrim psalm 84 'Passing through the valley of Baca ['weeping'?] they make it a place of springs'.
|T'owd man relaxing at journey's end in home-made shorts (we don't do Lycra much).|