tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19151341.post8918924162804013265..comments2024-03-16T16:12:13.296+00:00Comments on some LANDSCAPES: Frail songs by torrentsPliniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06529481330530614513noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19151341.post-47373106346628533342018-02-06T12:30:14.773+00:002018-02-06T12:30:14.773+00:00These are lovely to read. Thank you. I'd like ...These are lovely to read. Thank you. I'd like to share with you one experience and insight while walking in the Alpilles above St Remy. It was a clear blue day. We call it Alpille Blue. Not a cloud to be seen in the sky - or if there was a tentative attempt at cloud it dissolved as quickly as it formed. Nothing was moving - even the tops of the firs were rigid. And yet - and yet - the Mistral was blowing up a gale, buffeting every part of our bodies - the wind was so forceful it played us - went to the core of us..... until there was nothing, not even us - only the wind. And then I thought, this is what Van Gogh painted. He painted the wind. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com