As a young artist, I once spent a summer in the country with like-minded friends in an old clapboard house that belonged to my aunt. Here are two landscapes that derive from that time.
There was a creek that ran through a valley nearby, and this was painted from some elevation. l like this honest effort.
Above are farm fields hugging the eroding cliffs of Lake Erie.
I hope you don’t mind me reminiscing? Happy memories!
Barry.
Barry Trower 
Nice! I remember exploring that creek with my brother and dad when I was much younger. The clapboard house is still standing, providing for others.
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