First Voice £450

We were walking in a steep wooded valley  following a falling stream.A thrush sat on a dead tree, silhoetted against a brilliant cobalt blue sky. and sang loudly all the time we were there. It seemed magical.We were walking in a steep wooded valley  following a falling stream. A thrush sat on a dead tree, silhouetted against a brilliant cobalt blue sky. and sang loudly all the time we were there.  The bird seemed so full of joy it brightened up the whole valley, as if it were sending a message to the world. It seemed magical, and I thought, if I could only capture that moment,  it would make a wonderful painting.

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