Evening Mist on the Isle of Skye, 1939

I used to stare at this as I fell asleep on the couch at my grandparents' house and would swear that the clouds and sheep moved.  We don't have it anymore, but I'd love to find a copy.  I'm not really sure where I'd put it.  There isn't much call for 1930's Scottish art these days.  Then again, I've been threatening to turn our quarter-bath (that's a half-bath that's so small it's only a quarter) into a library and perhaps it would fit in there nicely.

In the meantime, I'm just happy to see it again after so many years, even if it's an online search result from an old auction.