On Walker Hill


You can get here by following the old milk pail trail that farmers used to bring their dairy down to the creamery.

In winter I like to snowshoe up here. On this particular May evening the black flies were feasting on me and it was a little chilly as the sun was going down. Still, it was worth a few bites to be up on that hilltop by the yellow farmhouse and the barn with the herringbone pattern on its door.

  • 15″ x 12″
  • Acrylic on wood, floating mount.
  • Some character of the wood is obvious in the surface of this painting
  • Side painted warm gray, 1.5″ deep
  • Ready to hang.