England's Pastures Green

Cities are so loud and nearly all the same in the worst respects. I tire of them easily. This, however, I could never tire of, although, I fear that some of my viewers will.

A fresh September evening...

 This was about the right hue of green.

 A farmhouse in the evening.

 The next morning...

 My unmistakable shadow... many of you will know why.

 Again, about the right hue of green here...

 And gold of morning.