Times Gone By
Oil on Wood
Dark and mysterious. Inviting even. A chair waits to be occupied while big fir trees reflect their age and majesty from across the road. And the old house keeps its history hidden deep within.
The tranquility of this memory does wonders for my mood which is jangled by the jingling of bells and rushing crowds. I am feeling the silence of Christmas down deep, where friends and family are held tight in grateful embrace.