Today’s post is the finished version of a “A Silver Skate”. I grew up near a river and during the short crisp days of winter we would make our way down to its frozen surface. There we would put on blades of silver and fly along the ice. It was a sweet taste of freedom in a season that so often shuts us in.
ANDREW HENDERSON 
It came out amazing. I’ve been watching the progress. I love all the scuffs and scrapes.
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Thanks so much, I have always been partial to things that show a little history.
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A very nice painting and a wonderful memory. You’re lucky to have experienced that…
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