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When I was a child, it seemed to be a relatively rare thing to see a deer walking across a field. I remember my mother calling me to the kitchen window, excitement in her voice, saying "Judy, come and see the deer. Aren't they pretty??" The window looked out over a rocky field, and we could see them in the distance against the backdrop of the neighboring woods. Due to more intentional wildlife management, the deer are now more plentiful, and a sighting is no longer rare. Still seemingly rare, are yellow violets. Yes, you heard me right. YELLOW violets. The first time I ever saw them was when my grandmother bought me a flower identification book and took me for a walk in the woods. I returned every spring to see them, but never picked one, and never saw them anywhere else until I was an adult. Now I've discovered some patches of them on a high bluff, and I come back to see them every spring. But I never see them anywhere else. This painting is two things: a celebration of the return of the wildlife, and a prayer for yellow violets to become more plentiful.
When I was a child, it seemed to be a relatively rare thing to see a deer walking across a field. I remember my mother calling me to the kitchen window, excitement in her voice, saying "Judy, come and see the deer. Aren't they pretty??" The window looked out over a rocky field, and we could see them in the distance against the backdrop of the neighboring woods. Due to more intentional wildlife management, the deer are now more plentiful, and a sighting is no longer rare. Still seemingly rare, are yellow violets. Yes, you heard me right. YELLOW violets. The first time I ever saw them was when my grandmother bought me a flower identification book and took me for a walk in the woods. I returned every spring to see them, but never picked one, and never saw them anywhere else until I was an adult. Now I've discovered some patches of them on a high bluff, and I come back to see them every spring. But I never see them anywhere else. This painting is two things: a celebration of the return of the wildlife, and a prayer for yellow violets to become more plentiful.
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