The November Woods

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s that time when the woods seem empty, but deep and mysterious all at once. When endless trunks turn to one great purple shape, and the woods seem like there is no end. Above, finger-like branches tap in the cold wind  keeping rhythm in the November woods.

oil on wood panel.  10 x 8 inches

Thanks for looking!

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