The dirt tractor road crosses a gully by going down and then up. At the bottom of the gully, a stream crosses the road. On the other side of the gully is a large grassy field, and more corn fields. The stream always reflects the sky.
I read yesterday the following from Arctic Dreams by Barry Lopez: "Our first wisdom as a species, that unique metaphorical knowledge that distinguishes us, grew out of … an intimacy with the earth..."
8x10 inches, oil on panel.
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