Last Sunday afternoon, this view from a rise above a newly mowed field became accessible. Actually I had never stood there before. My back was against the woods that rose sharply up the mountain. Before me was this view, presented on a 9x12 oil on panel. Way to my right I could see the edge of the Hopper. Somebody asked me recently if I made these scenes up. No. I just wish I could paint them better.
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