A re-worked watercolor sketch using digital brushes.
When I saw the morning dew on this hill I thought to myself “But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, walks o’re the dew of yon high eastward hill.”
Or maybe that was Horatio in Hamlet, Act I, Scene I.
I sometimes get the two of us confused.
|Yon High Hill|
30" x 24"