red flower painting

red flower painting
flower vase painting
claude monet impressionism painting
impressionism monet painting
I now approach a period of my life, which I can never lose the remembrance of, while I remember anything: and the recollection of which has often, without my invocation, come before me like a ghost, and haunted happier times. ¡¡¡¡I had been out, one day, loitering somewhere, in the listless, meditative manner that my way of life engendered, when, turning the corner of a lane near our house, I came upon Mr. Murdstone walking with a gentleman. I was confused, and was going by them, when the gentleman cried: ¡¡¡¡'What! Brooks!'
oil painting¡¡¡¡'No, sir, David Copperfield,' I said. ¡¡¡¡'Don't tell me. You are Brooks,' said the gentleman. 'You are Brooks of Sheffield. That's your name.' ¡¡¡¡At these words, I observed the gentleman more attentively. His laugh coming to my remembrance too, I knew him to be Mr. Quinion, whom I had gone over to Lowestoft with Mr. Murdstone to see, before - it is no matter - I need not recall when.