Old willows.
Oil on canvas.
Sometimes the time distorts the corp, but the tree every spring again becomes green to the astonishement of all. And the birds in the branshes shelters becose the soul is young!
Winter morning at the end of the forest №791 Oil on canvas. Sold out
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