A little face of a little person peering: two tiny eyes, a little nose, a mouth somewhere below, almost a circular O. And mirabile visu, two pointy downward ears that hears the rustling wind. In the background, one two-toner -green and one-third orange -and then a heavenly scarlet fronting a branch, sharp, gray and crisp. A thrilling series of three, to which Walter Huston would be proud to dedicate his September song version.
