Medium: Etching, Chine-collé, Hand-colouring
A story was told of an untamed stretch of grasslands where no man lived. Old men took time and effort to trek their stock there for winter grazing. They told a story of a small stone house where no one lived, but one felt welcome and at peace. Silent it stood among yellow grass, shaded by three old trees, which the men believed turned into three women tending the stonewalls and floor.