What a beautiful day to get to go out and paint. No mittens needed!
At the high points of the fields I could walk across icy mud and stubble, it smelled of spring, but as I headed downhill the snow was still deep enough in places to walk right over one of the fences, and fall through up past my knees when I least expected it. I discovered that one of my boots has a leak.
I chose to paint this beautiful, tumbling down, old maple tree. My siblings and cousins and I used to spend a lot of time in and around this tree, climbing, reading, eating candy, making up stupid songs, roasting hotdogs over a fire underneath, dodging cow pies as we jumped out of it. Good times.
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| Deep snow and a dry place to sit. |
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| The pups think painting is terribly boring. |
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| Finished. 10x8" oil on linen. |
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ooh I love the last picture, I did a double take there to figure out whether I was looking at the tree or your painting. Good ol' tree.
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