Spring sure is a great time in Europe. Lovely tree blossoms, bright colorful bulbs and all the exotic blooms brings a sense of freshness and joy. For having lived in a tropical country all my life spring did not really make a lot of difference and neither did I appreciate the 12 hours of daylight, which I spent away playing with the kids from the neighbourhood. For me the season 'Spring' was only in text books. Only now I can understand all the fuss and noise about spring and its beauty. No wonder 'Spring' has been an inspiration for so many poets and all through my schooling I remember having to learn some of the spring poems and sonnets by-heart. The poem by William Wordsworth, "I wandered lonely as a cloud", beautifying the golden daffodils is quite a memorable one. Being familiar with all the usually grown Indian seasonal flower plants like jasmine, rose, hibiscus,lotus,lilly etc, daffodils was quite a new for ears and I was quite fascinated by the bunch of yellow waving daffodils.
I saw a sea of yellow daffodils lined up along the streets in Antwerp and all I remembered was William wordsworth.
I painted this today. Splashed all the colours from the palette and still feel that it is not enough.
I saw a sea of yellow daffodils lined up along the streets in Antwerp and all I remembered was William wordsworth.
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| Daffodils stretched in the never ending line |
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| Daffodils along the streets in Antwerp |
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| Daffodils tossing its head in sprightly dance. Held the base of the stem to get a steady shot. |
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| I dream of colors |
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