If all God’s creatures have the capacity to experience joy, I think it’s the cow’s turn when she heads out to pasture.
And I’m heading out to pasture myself. Please note this auction will run for two weeks while I work on a special assignment.
I’ll be back with a new painting, a video, and a free print winner or two on Monday, Sept 19.
Size: 12X16 (auctioned unframed)
Medium: oil on linen panel
Until then, here’s another new (large) painting fresh from the farm, followed by a wonderful poem by my friend, James Mee…
by James Mee
It’s found in every season
a beauty beyond measure.
In a landscape of Green Mountains
each season shows its pleasure.
Nature is the light of legend
shimmering on these lakes.
Or glistens in December
while falling with snowflakes.
Her rivers share their swimming holes,
Her elms trees shade town greens.
Stone walls quilt her dairy farms
criss-crossed by farm machines.
Her valleys deep, pastures wide,
She’s what we know by heart.
And with these pillared mountains
it is eternal art.
The foliage of autumn.
The snows of winter white.
Bring each bloom of spring to life,
to grow in summer’s light.
What reasons make this place our home?
Whose seasons make us whole?
Whose beauty shaped in twilight’s hope
bring knowings to the soul?
Poem Copyright 2014 James Mee
Grandpa’s Knob, Vermont
All Rights Reserved
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