A Birch Walk

Artist Statement: The leaves have all gone. The path is bare except for her. The air is cool and crisp. She is headed somewhere.
A walk to remember, a story to tell. The places she went, in a snowless December.
Colors of nature, are beheld on this drum. The face of the girl, is a mystery to some.
The birches are bare, for snow to come. The path leads on, to a place somewhere.