Gone Fishing

Gone Fishing

Autumn colors and a cascading waterfall capture the fleeting serenity of a quiet morning.

Autumn colors and a cascading waterfall capture the fleeting serenity of a quiet morning.

Artwork Details

Title
Gone Fishing
Illustrator
David White

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Original illustration
$200
Digital download
$20 — virtual, downloadable

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