A couple more small works, and C. S. Lewis
To Grandmother's House We Go "The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing .... For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited." C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory To Grandmother's House We Go 6" x 6" on Fabriano watercolor paper, ready to frame SOLD If you have a landscape photo you would like me to consider painting, send it to me to look at! If I paint it, I will tag you . Bleak Midwinter Bleak Midwinter 6" x 6" on Fabriano watercolor paper, ready to frame SOLD In the Bleak Midwinter BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In th...