"Many a young couple have walked down this flower-scented path on a moonlit night. They would stop under the archway gazing into each other's eyes.

The stone wall is crumbling now and the pathway is overgrown. Lovers no longer stroll here. But listen for a moment to the soft rustle of leaves under the hazy summer moon.

Romance linger still captured by the magic of love and the many hues of my palette."

- James Lumbers