As I try to work on oil painting, I am also looking for scenes to paint. In late June I pulled the car over to take a picture of this pretty scene.
A friend of mine from New England once scoffed when I said how beautiful I thought the Eastern Shore of Maryland is, with the farm fields and grassy flats that led out onto the tidewaters. I think his idea of beauty was a snow capped mountain.
But as a Chesapeake Bay girl, the vertical and horizontal hues of blues and greens equal lovely to me. With a an occasional county road view of a jelly-roll hay bale and a quietly aging red tobacco barn.
"Home."
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