This is a painting by my great uncle Boyd Redett, who was a professional artist. It looks like June to me, at about noon. I can picture him painting in the field near his home; feeling the sun, smelling the grass and enjoying the quiet peace in Fredricksburg, Ohio. He's long gone. I never met him but his feelings remain alive through his work. ART... ain't it grand?
As for me, I am hiding out today.
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