Bell Song by watercolor artist Nita Engle

 

In a secluded courtyard that could be Old Mexico, Spain or early California, walled in by flowers and surrounded by sounds - the drone of bees, the occasional peal of a mission bell - I watch the cliff swallows as they dart in and out of the sun, and gradually I become aware that it is all too impossibly romantic - to write about or even to paint.

 

Print released 1992