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Reveling in an expanse of sky, in the physical insignificance of Humankind, Wouwerman pays homage to the elements, to Nature's irrational, unbalanced aspects, with all of us in her thrall, never more so than in the dead of winter. Qualities of the picturesque, the irregular, decorative tricks of the eighteenth-century artist's trade, are anticipated by this scene.
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