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Spring Flowers I brought my two ponies home in April of 1994. At the time, Trip was only seven months old. He was small enough I could actually pick him up, and he still had his baby coat of extra-fine fur that whipped in the wind when he ran like waves crossing a wheat field. In between times of running around like an oversized windup toy or running off with my tools, though, he slept like an angel.There are very few rolling hills and deep valleys covered with grass like this in Oklahoma where Trip spent his youth, but there are parts of Colorado and Wyoming that look a great deal like this in the spring. Acrylic on Maple Plywood, 36" X 30" |