light & shadow of a spring morning
What was art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself ----- life hurrying past us & running away , too strong to stop , too sweet to lose .
----- Willa Cather
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The side entrance to a friend's art studio on a morning in May
A view of the front entrance in summer was previously posted ...& is shown below ...
light & shadow of a spring morning
What was art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself ----- life hurrying past us & running away , too strong to stop , too sweet to lose .
----- Willa Cather
.....................
The side entrance to a friend's art studio on a morning in May
A view of the front entrance in summer was previously posted ...& is shown below ...