Open Graze, 11 x 17 inches, oil on canvas
Being at my Grandfathers farm was such an adventure when I was a child. My cousin Terry and I would explore everything we could find. Bursting out to take a long walk on those little legs of ours, covering as much of the fields as we could. It seemed like my Grandfathers land went on forever. I could not see it all yet walk it all.
Looking in the old barn, outhouse or chicken coop, we were the best type of explorers. Finding old creamer pales from a time long past. An old watch-a-ma-call-it that has a handle and grinder with all kinds of gears stay close to my fireplace in my present home as does the creamer pale I found in those days. It was a safe place and a good place.
Your mind could just imagine all of the good things happening their.
