I just love it when the Sandhill Cranes come each spring. They fly overhead making their distinctive strange call. Standing in the field, they are so large I've mistaken them at a glance for deer. When we see the cranes, we know the snow is on the way out and the trees will be budding soon.
Below are the black and white print before I painted it, and the carved block.
I think this is just such a lovely image.
ReplyDeleteJill I love it and the story too. You are WONDERFUL!
ReplyDeleteThank you Zoe & Penny- Happy spring to you!
ReplyDeletelove it! stop by if you ever come down the canyon + pass through Ft. Collins!!
ReplyDeleteWow! I love these sandhills carrying the rain clouds along... if you see any others, would you send them to oh-so-dry Texas, please?
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We will check in on you if we go to Fort Collins, Moose! And Katy, I will send you rainy thoughts. :)
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful! :)
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