Kincardine. Kelpies. Half buried traffic cones puncture the pleated river mud. Waterlogged rotting wharves where cargo once sailed downstream. The boatyard finds a french man in a caravan brought here by work and love, he says. A lone lorry driver cooks a meal on a camping stove in his wagon. A lapwing’s cry pierces the dumb silver horses.
dominique cameron 
Beautiful and delicate.
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Thanks x
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Sometimes, like now, line art is succinct and perfect. Thanks!
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Thank you so much !
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Always interesting ❤️ The Jackie Kerouac of Art.
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Ha ! Fab, thank you ! 🙂
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