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I've been hoping for a while now to find a good spot for this little cowboy. Cowboys are not normally my thing, but his expression was impossible to resist. He just looks like he's a little weary wanderer to me. Not sure what inspired the text or what it means - it just appeared in my head.
Digital collage, digital oils, enamel.
A blessed Sunday to all.
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I love little Buck with his sheriff's star! I know the angel will sing him back home...
Posted by: Couch Potato | Sunday, September 30, 2007 at 06:19 PM