This one is mine.
From many years ago, however. My eyes aren't up to that kind of work, at least not without so many lights that the fabric starts to smoke after a brief exposure. The frame around it is really the loveliest part:
(It's darned hard getting a decent photo of something hanging on the wall!)
And since I plan to spend the day reading Cormac McCarthy and pursuing other useful exploits, and to prove someone in the family has mad skills, this one is my daughter's work:
She's the one in the family with talent.
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