A Walk on the Road

A Walk on the Road | 5"x7" | oil on hardboard

When you live in a small town, you think nothing of walking down the middle of the road. The definition of a small town here in Iowa is probably something under 500 people. Going to a bigger town for groceries (we don't have a grocery store in Maurice anymore) or to make a WalMart run means going to a town of 5,000-10,000 people. Going to the "city" is considered a population of 80,000-100,000+. Enough about that.

So walking down the street here in Maurice is one of the simple treasures we take for granted. Something I'm thankful for this week of Thanksgiving.

This is south of our house, about 3 blocks south of here...on the other side of town.

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Three Kernels

Three Kernels | 5"x7" | oil on hardboard

This one's a little corny. I couldn't resist. I found these on the road, bright and yellow on the black asphalt. They jumped out at me. I took them home and photographed them on white in bright sunlight.

When you take something seemingly ordinary like a kernel of corn, and begin to study it closely you begin to appreciate its' attributes. Nothing else in the world that I can think of has this shape, and the shades of yellow range from rich deep golds to lemony bright.

I've included an extra detail image of one of the kernels to give you an extra close look. Click on the photo to see it even larger.



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Stoplight Bags

Stoplight Bags | 5"x7" | oil on hardboard

Here's a painting I did for a blog called Different Strokes from Different Folks. A photo is posted weekly and it is then painted by a wide variety of artists. I'm posting the original photo below. Check out that blog to see a wide array of styles and interpretations.

I liked the positive and negative space created by the three figures and changed the handbags a bit to add some interest and to echo the stoplight across the street.

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Red Berries

Red Berries | 5"x7" | oil on hardboard

Another result of my treks westward out of Maurice. I was walking out there on a particularly gorgeous late Sunday afternoon a couple weeks ago. The sun was illuminating everything with that warm golden color that is so wonderful. I noticed these berries growing in the ditch and decided I needed to run back to the house to grab my camera to capture these beauties.

I'm calling them red berries, only because I don't know their proper name. They were plump, red and looked good enough to eat (although I doubt they were). This week the plants are dark brown and the berries have shriveled up to nothing.

Beauty is fleeting.

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