Collect your choice of gallery quality Giclée, or fine art prints custom trimmed by hand in a variety of sizes with a white border for framing.
The smells would catch Saphron not looking ten years down the line. It never happened in the long summer days that defined the end of his traveling. There were some aspects of the bouquet that just could not follow him out there. In the fall though, as the time grew short, old came knocking on the wind. Autumn would bring the fires. The smoke rose in spires above the hills that gave into the coastal plains where he built his final stand.