Without getting too lost in the actual details of this picture,
take in the textures, the lines, the sense of movement even though the subjects are still,
the subtle play of the light on the dampness of the leaves.
It's like one of those paintings where if you stare at it long enough
you can see other hidden, subliminal images.
Or maybe it's the fact that I'm listening to Louie Prima sing "Piccolina Lena" while I'm typing this...