Walking Into Winter
“The leaves fall, the wind blows and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into it’s winter wools.”
…Henry Beston
A dear friend gave me permission to paint this using her photograph of her best friend.
“The leaves fall, the wind blows and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into it’s winter wools.”
…Henry Beston
A dear friend gave me permission to paint this using her photograph of her best friend.