At night in the garden of Blickling Hall, with the lake to its right.
In the moonlight a girl holds a tin Milagro heart, it is for remembrance of her mother.
It is a little sad - balanced by much love....
I felt bereft when my mother died unexpectedly of a heart attack.
Like an orphan - a lost soul.
A part of me is still missing.
Is it like that for everyone?
Oil and Acrylic