24x30,oil with palette knives
The morning sun spots our floors. Carrying coffee, I stroll through the the garden...peonies, daisies,irises all in their glory. Our two pups have gone back to sleep after the usual morning frenzy of peeing/pooping/eating/and barking at the chickens. On these sublime mornings, I find myself thinking about the hardships facing our flood-ravished Iowa countrymen and women. Their morning must be the opposite of this. My appreciation for this NH morning is heightened but with a counter twinge of despair.
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Yes, you are so right about the poor folks in Iowa that are suffering and we are praying for them. You painting would put a smile on their faces. Colorful and cheerful.
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