Photography: (Dusty) Bucolic Painting

This painting which hangs above my workspace (I am yet to learn who painted it) has been wanting dusting for some time now. Every time I allow myself to go for a walk within its lovely trees, I  wonder if the quality of air has been polluted somewhat by my having not dusted it. I should dust it. And I think it would happen, the dusting, that is. I am just curious when that will be. 

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Jane


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