The winter forest is a magical place. Frost coats the stems of dead or dormant grasses. They are white wands poking through the snow. With the full moon filtering through the trees, the icy waters of an isolated stream, you hear no man made sounds, just the sigh of the wind and the water rushing over the rocks.
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 
Lovely! ❤
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Thank you!
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Lové It! The monochromatic tones make it look that much colder. 😃
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Thanks! I’m fond of painting with just one color and it’s varying shades. I think it’s kinda dramatic!
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That’s, it is. 😊
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You have so many amazing talents! ❤
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Aw! Thank you so much! 💖
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Beautiful…
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Okay, I’m rereading my Harry Potter books, so this scene, and your description using the word wands, makes the whole thing rather magical!
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Thank you so much, Eilene!
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Beautiful Meg!
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Thank you, Holly!
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You’re welcome !
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Beautiful! ❤
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Thanks so much! ❤️
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I like the curvaceous lines of the trees. Reminds me a little of the surrealist film
The Cabinet of Dr Caligari (but not as dark!)
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Thank you! Oh I will have to look for the film. I don’t mind dark!
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