Late in the afternoon, earlier this week, if you had gone into the hayfield, and then gently moved under the barbed wire on its southern edge, while angling in the direction of the sun, and turned completely around facing the mountain, you would have seen something like this. Since then, it has rained, the wind has blown, and the temperature has dropped. So it doesn't exist anymore. This is a 12x16 pastel.
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