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On a Pleine Air
jaunt in North Carolina, I saw the edge of these woods with a flurry of
dogwood peeking into the light. Behind the dogwood, the woods were so
deep and muted, her white spring blossoms were a celebration of showy
beauty. I took pictures of my easel set up next to the woods, so as time
permits I'll add it. Let me know if you've visited this page and want
to see the pleine air photos! I'd love to hear from you. |
