Against mysterious backdrop, travelers on horseback make their way along a bleak landscape
This post contains a simple watercolor that reminds me of my youth. I grew up on the reservation in the 1950’s. Occasionally riders would pass by our home late evening or early morning. When the sky turns red, I think back and remember sounds and sights of horses walking by kicking up dust. Original has been sold. No prints available at this time.
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