Each one of these is hand-drawn into the clay and then painted for a watercolor effect. I love the birch trees the most. As we have been driving back and forth to South Haven, the highway is flanked by forests and the birches always jump out at me as we are whizzing by. They remind me of the Robert Frost poem.
You can find these fine fellows in my Etsy shop.
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Loved the poem. Better it be a child than an ice storm that bends the birches. Andrea
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