Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Break of Dawn 24" X 30" Sold


The door on the old pickup creaked to a raspy “clump” as it closed to the rustle of hip boots walking through the grass.  Small birds chirped in the distance, water gurgled quietly through the gaps in the side of the ditch.  Dawn spread. Silently gray at first, colors slowly grew to muted blues and pinks.  The smell of water finally reaching thirsty plants asserted itself through the cool morning air almost as softly as did the dawn upon the valley.


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