#42 - Survivor

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8" x 10" Oil on Canvas Panel

Everyday on the way home from work I pass a silo sitting alone in a field, but the trees are getting closer. It's one of those silos faced with terra cotta tiles and is beautiful, especially when the sun is setting and casting a warm glow. Some farmer invested for the long haul because it still stands, alone. Everything else is gone.

Last night I  stopped and painted it. Few better ways to spend a beautiful June evening in northern Illinois. While I was out there a buck called and a doe ran past, followed by the buck. So, maybe it is not alone.