Painting with shadows - another self portrait.

Willows never forget how it feels
to be young.

Do you remember where that comes from?
Gravel remembers.

From Climbing along the River by William Stafford

The first time this year when I could get to the river bank after work on a Monday afternoon, and to find the sun still casting her golden rays on the curtain of willows. I couldn't resist a wee silhouette of myself in there too, along with the majestic River Severn.