Nothing like running through the fields of youth. Leaping from the top rail we land hands and feet with a crunch of dry grass and the snapping of the crickets as they fly away. We stand up to sprint off to the woods with the field playfully grabbing at our ankles which seems to chuckle as we tumble when it manages to get hold a foot and not let go. Gathering ourselves up we disappear into the trees.

Brookberry Pasture

  • Limit of 5 prints per image size. All prints are signed and numbered. All prints are frame-to-edge with aluminum framing in your choice of black or silver. Artist Proof available-please inquire.