Landscapes remain a steady and constant companion. I take photos wherever I go, but often end up painting a familiar road, farm, or a cow or two who are neighbors. There is a farm, however, that commandeered my canvas for two years or so. That is the centennial farm of Frank, our neighbor in Michigan. We spend a few weeks near Traverse City each summer when the humidity descends on the MidAtlantic. Our camp is off the grind, and seeing Frank each visit was a highlight. There’s nothing as inspiring as a 92-year-old man hauling ass on a big old tractor. His hills, barns, and cattle made their way into many paintings (ten or more) and it hit us hard when he died two years ago.
The good news is that his grandson and new wife and now living on the property and infusing some new energy into the place.