Abandoned Wagon In The High Sierra Nevada Mountains #2 Canvas Print

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An old, ox drawn wagon slowly returns to the dust against the backdrop of the High Sierra Nevada Mountains. Why was the wagon abandoned? Did the party finally make it to it's destination? Did the wagon break under the weight of it's cargo? These and many other questions go unanswered as the Sierra Nevada Mountains claimed many pioneers during the gold rush years starting in 1849. 300,000 gold-seekers to California, ushering in an era of lawlessness, racism and genocide against the native inhabitants. This wagon has a story to tell, ... is anyone listening?

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Member of the International Guild Of Realism. Inducted into the Grumbacher Artist Hall Of Fame. ARTIST STATEMENT 'My aim is to provide the visual stimulus to reconnect with nature, to renew body, mind and spirit through the imagery that I capture of the natural world with brushes and paint and through my camera lens. I hope that you find an image in my collections that will enhance your life." ABOUT THE ARTIST ~ FRANK WILSON As far back as my memory serves me, I was a creative. My family says I was born with a crayon in my mouth. Drawing, building things, making pictures with crayons were an everyday staple in my early childhood. While hospitalized in the eighth grade for some respiratory problems, an Aunt gave me a...