After the winter snows died down and Old Father Wind had blown the clouds to a far-off country, Old Man Moon would rest out among the stars and longingly look down at places like the Iron Pot Valley and the Hiccuboro mountains. He contemplated such things as morning breakfast or what the folk of the Marsh were up to in their cozy, warm homes. This night though was a lovely one, and the old moon spied another who was sitting out among the tops of the osier trees watching him. They both sat in their places and contemplated one another as the cool of the night lingered. No words were needed. Had Old Man Moon ever spoke before? Hmm. That is a good question…

The limited edition print is created with archival ink and paper and has been lightly hand repainted, signed and numbered from a series of 250 prints. Each print is packaged in a plastic sleeve with cardboard backing.

A certificate of authenticity has also been attached to the back. Each print has been treated with an archival sealant, nonetheless, please do not display in direct sunlight.