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ENTRY: It all changes when the snow hits. Things just seem to slow down and take on a new shape. I love the feel of it, when it comes and engulfs my little studio. The smell of wood fire settles in the atmosphere and the drifted landscape becomes a shifting mountainous range. This is the place to be. Solitude has never been so serene. Etching Painted |
Friday
STUDIO IN THE SNOW
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