Wrangler and I were passing through the Blue Ridge Mountains to meet a group in Tennessee. On the way we paused to stretch our legs and fill our lungs. My Blue Heeler, I am sure, felt at home in this wide open field.
Watercolor • 2016
Wrangler and I were passing through the Blue Ridge Mountains to meet a group in Tennessee. On the way we paused to stretch our legs and fill our lungs. My Blue Heeler, I am sure, felt at home in this wide open field.
Watercolor • 2016