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| 8" x 8", acrylic mixed media |
My stepdaughter commented on how surprising it was for her to see the natural hillsides all green and full of wildflowers in the spring. Coming from New Jersey to visit California only during the summers had been her only barometer, and by then the hillsides are always brown, at least where we live.
This tree caught my eye on a bike ride one day, because I could see the fluffy white clouds beyond through the tree. I was down low in the valley looking up at the hillsides and flowers around me...such a nice memory to capture. I think I'll keep this one.
