famous landscape painting

It was a series of wooden platforms, planks, and walkways connecting anextensive cluster of enormous trees. Supported by this scaffolding was a village ofhuts, constructed of an odd combination of stiffened leather, daub and wattle, thatchedroofs, mud floors. Small campfires burned before many of the huts—the sparkswere caught by an elaborate system of hanging vines, which funneled them to asmothering point. And everywhere, were hundreds of Ewoks. Cooks, tanners, guards, grandfathers. Mother Ewoks gathered up squealingbabies at the sight of the prisoners and scurried into their huts or pointed or murmured.Dinner smoke filled the air; children played games; minstrels played strange, resonantmusic on hollow logs, windy reeds. There was vast blackness below, vaster still, above; but here in this tiny villagesuspended between the two, Luke felt warmth and light, and special peace. The entourage of captors and captives stopped before the largest hut. Luke,Chewie, and Artoo were leaned, on their poles, against a nearby tree. Han was tiedto a spit, and balanced above a pile of kindling that looked suspiciously like abarbecue pit. Dozens of Ewoks gathered around, chattering curiously in animated