I wish I had stopped on the way back from Easton to take a picture of this house. But I didn't, it was getting late and we were all tired. I tried to paint the house as best as I remembered it. I remember the bushes against the house, the oil tank, roof and most important the colorful clothes on the clothes line. I remember telling Devon that this would be an awesome painting if we had a little more time to wait for the sun to get lower in the sky. Funny thing is, I can't remember much about the clouds, so I based the sky from a photo I took driving home one evening. It'll be interesting to see in late August if the house is close to what I remember it as.

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