Every day, as the sun pushes into the "golden hour", I am drawn to this place. It is just to the northeast of the lawn between the pasture and the yard. It used to be the old barn lot, when I was young. I am mesmerized by the sunlight hitting the trees from the west, and I find myself painting it again. I know I've done it before, but it's pull is strong, and I must submit! This may be for me what the lily pads were for Monet. One day, I may have a dozen paintings of this exact scene in all different seasons. It is also alluring in the early morning, when the light cuts in from behind the trees, and there is a little clearing right in the middle, where I could spend all day painting in the shade. This painting makes 1296 in 1296 days :)
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