Watercolor on Paper
8 × 10 in
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A weathered fence climbs a quiet rise, its uneven posts tracing a line between open ground and the softened distance beyond. Mist settles low across the field, blurring the far trees into memory while the foreground holds to earth—dry grasses, worn wood, and the steady rhythm of wire. The sky opens wide above, pale and unhurried, giving the scene a sense of space and pause. It is a place defined not by division, but by passage—where land, light, and time meet gently at the edge.