Although it was not in this part of Kansas where I grew up, still did spend a bunch of time as a kid on the bottoms of the Republican river which comes out of Colorado, southern Nebraska, and eventually feeds into the Kaw. So scenes such as these are not unfamiliar to me. The cottonwood groves; the willows; rustling of leaves in the prevailing wind can suppress all other sound, leaving one numb to even the crunch of your own steps in the grass. This painting was done from a sketch done mostly from memory this summer while the corn was still partly green. There is no day or month recorded on the margin- only" Summer 2015". It was done on Canson 140# paper 9" x 12" I believe.
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