I originally intended to black out some of this one, to show it’s a distant memory that I can’t quite grasp. For some reason, the fields behind my house in the rural suburbs of Rochester, NY, in November and March on a dark day are intensely nostalgic for me. I imagine there being some cold wind in this picture. The forest in the background is rather large in real life, so it’s a little skewed – it would be closer in reality than it is in this painting. This is about 16×20″ or so, oil on canvas.