Silver Birch

Painted on a crisp and sunny autumn morning. I felt like I was in good company amongst these Silver Birches. I was minded of Sorley Maclean's poem, Hallaig, half expecting the birches to come to life and move.
Pastel paintings come securely packaged. Covered with a sheet of glassine paper and sandwiched between foamboard for protection.
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