Tuesday, February 27, 2007

The Betrothal that is Spring, 3x4, oil on wood

Treking through the snow along the river I set up my easel,

a duck splashes one foot with each wing beat into the air,

snow then sun then rain but always a cold wind.

There is a promise that Winter has locked away but cannot deny the betrothal that is Spring.



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