The rain had cleared as I finished my first painting of the day. This scene was behind me, while all artists faced the large regal barns. This may have been the first barn, replaced with bigger and better ones who still help their stature on this farm. This barn had to be painted, if only to memorialize it's service in days gone by. These run down barns dot the midwest landscape, and strong winds blew them down with each storm. I'm glad I could draw this barn before it is no longer standing. Painting number 4222 in 4222 days.
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