For the first of the three paintings that I did yesterday, I set up in the middle of the hay field, and faced The Hopper. It was a beautiful day. I was both aware of time passing, that such beauty would not last, and while I painted, I forgot about time, except as the shadows changed ever slightly on the row of trees with the movement of the sun, but even that I forgot for a while. 9x12 oil on panel.
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