“A lantern would be helpful right now,” he thought, pushing branches from his path in the black of night.
He can hear the female voices up ahead as the dim light glows closer through openings in the bushes. Hidden in the depths of the forest, he reaches the spring where the village women bathe each week.
Peering down from a ledge above them, he spreads the mossy branches and can almost make out the shapes of the buxom beauties bathing before him. “Almost there, one more step,” and in a moment of elation and confusion he reaches for what he thinks is a branch and tumbles forward, having grabbed a loose vine instead.
Into the spring he tumbles, creating quite the splash, causing the screaming women to grab their lanterns and run, leaving him alone once again, in the dark.
He can hear the female voices up ahead as the dim light glows closer through openings in the bushes. Hidden in the depths of the forest, he reaches the spring where the village women bathe each week.
Peering down from a ledge above them, he spreads the mossy branches and can almost make out the shapes of the buxom beauties bathing before him. “Almost there, one more step,” and in a moment of elation and confusion he reaches for what he thinks is a branch and tumbles forward, having grabbed a loose vine instead.
Into the spring he tumbles, creating quite the splash, causing the screaming women to grab their lanterns and run, leaving him alone once again, in the dark.
Belgium
c. 1900
Wrought Iron, Lavender Glass
12" wide x 12" deep x 30" high
$1750
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