This is the view from the barn at the farm I grew up on. We were way down in the valley and it seemed to get dark early. There was a big oak tree that always had the deepest burgundy leaves, and it held on to those leaves long into winter. I loved to hear those dry leaves rustling in the cold winter night when the wind was starting to whip up.
Archival giclee print.
Signed and labeled Colors - black, brown, blue Unframed