From the Thicket, Homeward

Sometimes when I paint, I see something that intrigues me and I move directly to do my best to capture it. This time, the subject that I had stopped to paint felt limp and lifeless once my easel was up and my palette was ready. Disappointed, I debated whether or not to proceed when I turned around and spied the end of the rutted backwoods road I had just traveled. Not only was the rutted pattern intriguing but so was the fact that the light that was eluding me in the forest had now come to a beckoning rest down where the trail turned and ran back to camp. It called out to me. I answered with this painting.

Oil on linen panel     10″ x 6″