A stand of birch trees

I remember the deep quiet of walking through the woods on a snowy gray afternoon, the birches confident they couldn’t be seen poking out between the snow falling and already fallen.

Liz’s art makes these memories come back alive for me. Liz, thank you for that gift.

The Museum

Day nineteen : A stand of birch trees stood sentinel in the dark.

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#Inktober2017 #inktober

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