Some hills and a gorgeous sunset behind a young tree farm, captured by my wife as we drove back to our hotel from a visit with my mom. Weather permitting, I may try to paint in this area tomorrow or Monday. There's a really nice creek on the other side of this road I wouldn't mind capturing in a painting as well.
Exhausted now though. More tomorrow.
Be good to each other.
~MS
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