On Golden Field

Rainbow's End. Oil on stretched canvas, 16x20, $200

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This morning, while Peter stayed with Kaja, I drove to Westerly with a sample for the vet. On the way back, I looked for a painting. It feels like an age since I painted outdoors, and my soul was hungry for it.

When I drive the Miata, I often take back roads. It's a teeny car, and it's a 1987, and really, there's usually no reason to take the highway. This is Connecticut, after all, and we have lots of roads here.

I've been watching this field all summer. It borders 184, and it's always interesting. The light hits it well in the morning and the afternoon, and it's got a combination of wild and tame that I really like. And this week, it turned yellow. Bright, golden, sunny, unearthly yellow - full of flowers like late yellow daisies, knee-high, happy to grow in very wet soil.

As I painted, I fairly danced with the color and the high blue sky and the brilliant autumn breeze, and the knowledge that my old dog is on the mend and peaceful and happy, too.

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