This is a close-up version of a painting I posted last month. I love the way the shadows interrupt our view of the road as it dips down and then starts uphill beyond the trees. These country roads are everywhere out in the farming community where I grew up. There's always grass growing down the middle, and they become a little overgrown like this one. But they never fail to make me gaze down them as far as I can (just like in Robert Frost's poem) and wonder where they lead.