monet painting

monet painting
animal painting
painting in oil
Where Duncliffe is the traveller's mark, And cloty Stour's a-rolling dark. ¡¡¡¡ More than once he looked back in the increasing obscurity of evening. Against the sky was Shaston, dimly visible ¡¡¡¡ On the grey-topp'd height Of Paladore, as pale day wore Away... [1] ¡¡¡¡ The new-lit lights from its windows burnt with a steady shine as if watching him, one of which windows was his own. Above it he could just discern the pinnacled tower of Trinity Church. The air down here, tempered by the thick damp bed of tenacious clay, was not as it had been above, but soft and relaxing, so that when he had walked a mile or two he was obliged to wipe his face with his handkerchief. ¡¡¡¡ Leaving Duncliffe Hill on the left he proceeded without hesitation through the shade, as a man goes on,
oil paintingnight or day, in a district over which he has played as a boy. He had walked altogether about four and a half miles ¡¡¡¡ Where Stour receives her strength, From six cleere fountains fed, [2] ¡¡¡¡ when he crossed a tributary of the Stour, and reached Leddenton-- a little town of three or four thousand inhabitants--where he went on to the boys' school, and knocked at the door of the master's residence. ¡¡¡¡ [1] William Barnes. [2] Drayton. ¡¡¡¡ A boy pupil-teacher opened it, and to Phillotson's inquiry if Mr. Gillingham was at home replied that he was, going at once off to his own house, and leaving Phillotson to find his way in as he could.