Last Harvest

When driving through New Market, Alabama on a splendid spring day, I traveled over a ridge to view a beautiful field with the light softly falling across it.  The field was lined with trees on two sides with a view of mountains in the distance.  It provided a most comforting feeling.  I began to look forward to seeing that field whenever I would be passing by and finally I felt compelled to paint it.  I am happy to have captured this quiet moment in time from not so long ago.  This field has since been developed into a shopping area and now only exists in this painting and in the memories of others who may have noticed it’s beauty.