I used to have a framed print of a watercolor that looked something like that. In my print, the head of the palm was more visible (you could imagine the sound of the fronds clashing in the breeze), and the sky was beautifully colored like yours. I loved that print---where did it go, I wonder? It always made me feel peaceful.
That picture brings back childhood memories of kicking back on the warm grass and just imagining shapes of things the clouds were forming...
and memories of this song playing on the radio -- "Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way."
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I used to have a framed print of a watercolor that looked something like that. In my print, the head of the palm was more visible (you could imagine the sound of the fronds clashing in the breeze), and the sky was beautifully colored like yours. I loved that print---where did it go, I wonder? It always made me feel peaceful.
That picture brings back childhood memories of kicking back on the warm grass and just imagining shapes of things the clouds were forming...
and memories of this song playing on the radio -- "Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way."
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