Late in the day yesterday I went walking up the road into the hay field. The sun was just on the edge of the mountains behind me when I sketched this row of hay bales. The front circle of hay was lit up like a cigarette end. On the way up the field I met a person coming down who was walking his dog. He had a camera around his neck. I asked if he took any good pictures. He said that it was "all gold." 9x12, pencil on paper.
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