Friday, May 24, 2013

Summer Evenings on the Farm

At this time of year, my mind wanders back to boyhood summer evenings bathed in golden-green twilight.  Even now, I can hear the hipnotic drone of the cicadas and the tap of June bugs on the back screen door.  And just as melon juice dripped down my chin, so too would that sweet apple sunlight sink beneath the horizon.  I hope this new painting beckons you to wander, too!

"Summer Field" oil on canvas

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