A Crumbling Bridge

When the bridges start crumbling, we lose touch, and fragment.

flame lily 6.1-7

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About Don

My name is Don Scrooby and I live in the United Kingdom. I have a deep love for nature and open spaces and one of my great loves in life is sketching, particularly in pen and water colour and occasionally in pencil. I’m quite new at the art and I sketch mainly from photographs I’ve taken, but also enjoy outdoor sketching. My sketchbooks, although no great shakes, are important to me and I decided to create my blog in order to share some of their contents with those who may be interested.
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2 Responses to A Crumbling Bridge

  1. ladyfi says:

    So true! Lovely photo too.

    Like

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