My first winter living in Springfield Missouri was the worst in "living memory." Or so I am told. I was profoundly effected by the sight of giant oak trees bending under the weight of the freezing ice. Many trees were toppled and lost forever. As their branches cracked under the weight shards of ice fell to the feet of the tree. The sky was multiple shades of gray, damp mist. The air was fridge and forbidding. It was truly a most beautiful and dangerous time. I hope you can appreciate what I was trying to convey.Yes.... I decided to part with this. It was not at Waverly Art Gallery 10 minutes and it SOLD.
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