Friday, November 18, 2011

Yosemite Meadow

..Life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
---Robert Frost

Yosemite Meadow
oil on canvas
4 x 6"
lightly varnished + signed

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