Snow and Fog, original oil painting sold, but digital versions are available
The Piscataquog River runs through my little town, seemingly following me around as I do errands.
Here, it travels back into the woods, its path masked by fog. The uncertainty of its destination is more intriguing than when all the background trees are clear and discernible.
Food for thought as we enter the final month of 2018 and start planning for the next year.