Saturday, July 18, 2015
Yesterday, I lugged my stuff around Field Farm until I saw these trees (and a conveniently placed shady area, which was probably the determining factor), and painted away for an hour or so. When painting, one doesn't notice time passing. In the distance I could hear the nearby farmers baling hay. I've talked to a couple farmers who have told me how much they love to hay. Maybe it's a similar experience to painting outdoors. This painting is actually another variation on the Hopper screened by trees. It's located in the background on the right.