There is a garden in England, to which i can send you the address. A sweet old man potters about sometimes, hanging washing on the line, or watering tomatoes. In the distance you can see a motorway-bridge over the river.

On 17th October you can sit there. From three p.m. onwards, but specially from five p.m. (around five-thirty) you can enjoy: the depth of the shadows, and, the detail in the highlights. It is possible you will also see: a magpie in the tree, eating apples.

 

 

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