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The old barn stood quietly in the winter morning, its weathered roof dusted with a fresh layer of snow that glistened as the low sun cast soft, golden light across its surface. The field before it was a textured canvas of windswept snow, shaped by persistent gusts into gentle drifts and undulating patterns. The cold air was crisp and still, amplifying the serene beauty of the scene where the warmth of the rising sun met the stark, silent chill of the winter landscape. original oil on gallery depth wood panel.
if you are interested in this painting, please contact me via email at scottpedlarart@gmail.com or on Instagram at @scottpedlarart
The old barn stood quietly in the winter morning, its weathered roof dusted with a fresh layer of snow that glistened as the low sun cast soft, golden light across its surface. The field before it was a textured canvas of windswept snow, shaped by persistent gusts into gentle drifts and undulating patterns. The cold air was crisp and still, amplifying the serene beauty of the scene where the warmth of the rising sun met the stark, silent chill of the winter landscape. original oil on gallery depth wood panel.
if you are interested in this painting, please contact me via email at scottpedlarart@gmail.com or on Instagram at @scottpedlarart