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A pride of beautiful females, with a matronly lady riding flank and keeping an eye on the younger troops….
The rich colours and impeccable detail brings confidence and authority, A force to be reckoned with.
Very nice colors. Or is that colours?
It was always colours until Webster got hold of it….
Ya!!! My aunt – raised in GB insisted that “ya” was not in the dictionary and I should always use “yes”! Ya, I guess she was right. Oops. I guess the devil made me do it. lol
Sometimes I feel that our different spelling usage actually impacts on the feel of the word. I wrote this recently.
Somehow the American spelling strikes at the roots of the word and while grey is potentially rather chic and certainly refined; gray is soulless and leaden like a battleship.
So I might consider grey as having a period feel, a French grey, maybe which with a certain pale yellow might be seen as very fashionable in Regency times, whereas gray is unremittingly dark and threatening like the onset of a storm; like a dead soldiers pallor, like those Crimean cannonballs photographed by Roger Fenton on the field of battle.
You’ve equated grey/gray to a higher interpretation than I would have. It’s all black or white with grey/gray in between.
Hmmmm…..this is the problem I have with being an aesthete…..!
Congratulation on being an anesthetist not being a problematist (sic).
She does seem to be rather determined, doesn’t she? No messing around with her and the rest of the troupe….
I felt somewhat intimidated so shot at chest height rather surreptitiously, but even so, I was observed, and held in a steely gaze. Fortunately I managed to avoid the handbag round the head manoeuvre and beat a hasty retreat….discretion being the better part of valour.
Those handbags can be rough…glad you managed to avoid it. 🙂
Wonderful picture!! 🙂
Thanks Peter, a little blurring and some nice saturation works wonders!
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