It was a frigid, crisp morning when I drove out to this park to paint. The sun wasn't even up yet when my friend and I left our hosts home. I was completely captured by these giant hay bail stacks. I just knew that if I ran and plowed into the leaning one just right, that I could topple it. Instead I chose to paint them. Easter Island, a place I've always wanted to go, seemed to be right here on this magical morning.
It was a frigid, crisp morning when I drove out to this park to paint. The sun wasn't even up yet when my friend and I left our hosts home. I was completely captured by these giant hay bail stacks. I just knew that if I ran and plowed into the leaning one just right, that I could topple it. Instead I chose to paint them. Easter Island, a place I've always wanted to go, seemed to be right here on this magical morning.