The stubbled fields lie fallow after the harvest. Evidence of the farmer is scant as the lowering clouds richly laden with rain and snow flurries descend. A cold and blustery day from my memory - the day that strips the autumn leaves and reveals the skeletal remains of the winter trees. A perfect precursor of the winter to come. Earth controls all. Richly textured bold knife work. Gallery wrapped canvas 24x48x1.5 ready to hang.