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I HAPPENED UPON a particularly splendid mornings earlier this year in nearby Chimacum. The sun was rising in shades of pink and purple and the migratory water birds of spring filled the wetlands of Bear Creek. Earlier, I’d seen these swans further west and, just as I was about to walk the half-mile towards them, they started flying in small groups to land in the small lake in front of me. There is something ineffably magical about swans—it’s little wonder that they figure in so many myths and stories.
Archival print, signed and seal-stamped. Large prints are limited to an edition of ten. See Ordering Prints for sizes, pricing, and shipping.
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I HAPPENED UPON a particularly splendid mornings earlier this year in nearby Chimacum. The sun was rising in shades of pink and purple and the migratory water birds of spring filled the wetlands of Bear Creek. Earlier, I’d seen these swans further west and, just as I was about to walk the half-mile towards them, they started flying in small groups to land in the small lake in front of me. There is something ineffably magical about swans—it’s little wonder that they figure in so many myths and stories.
Archival print, signed and seal-stamped. Large prints are limited to an edition of ten. See Ordering Prints for sizes, pricing, and shipping.
Buy three prints and take 30% off the lowest-priced one.
