This is also a place that gathers the broken with hope. A place that old tables, stepping stones, and yard equipment that is either not used, but might be in the future or things broke that have a slim chance of coming back. These things fall into the forgotten and unnoticed.
This is also a place that cigarette butts have been found over the years. I think they blow in with that gentle breeze I talked about yesterday, because know one in my house knows how they got there.
As far as the painting goes, I'm not sure I'm done. Needs finishing I think. This long format is hard and I feel the forground is disconnected. All in all it was fun to do one this large in plein air. I like paths and will try this again.
Happy Birthday Spencer : ) Twenty years....