I squeezed this painting in between the gym and taking Michael to his guitar lesson, along with umpteen other chores. Fully intending to get to Overland Park to paint, it simply did not happen. Arriving home, we found Mike had gotten the truck stuck in the back field - where it was so wet, we were sinking down as we walked. Four hours later, he is finally out of the mud, and I am not going to make it out to paint again tonight. Thank goodness, I had gotten this one in when I did! Painting number 887 in 887 days.
So beautiful. I love going back through your week's works to see what you've been painting. It is always such a treat.
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