Tuesday, December 17, 2019

It Was All Gold


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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