| In the
sculptor's words... It’s
6:00 A.M. and cold as hell. The fog sits on
the water like a goose down blanket and cat tails climb out of the quiet shallows; giant
grasses left over from ancient marshlands. I
love the mornings when I don’t have to shave. Just
me and my dog. I heard him, boy, somewhere out
there in the mist. Can you see him, boy? Now where the heck did he get off to?
Bronze with Patina, Edition of 750,
12" x 6" x 9.5"
For information on this sculpture, please
call 530-268-1048
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