Caught in caves of sand,
the oak leaves linger
in their array,
As if arranged by another hand,
now waiting for the next tide
to wash them away,
Perhaps to some distant land,
the moon’s their guide
but gone by the next day.
Prints will normally be matte with no border, printed on archival paper. (other formats can be submitted)
The printing process will commence as soon as payment is received.
Prints will be checked for quality, numbered and signed on the back. (or as directed)