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Description of Field by the Old Cabin

Our family has an old cabin down in the yonder land of southern Indiana.  One of the highlights of such trips for me is to walk the long gravel road leading to the property, cut through some thick thorny bramble and exit into this clear simple field. Depending on the time of year it may be not much to look at because the six foot corn stalks create a wall of vegetation.

But more times it is clear and looks directly west into the evening sky.  I love to time my visits for that golden hour when the sun has just gone over the hills and the long long shadows exacerbate the beautiful undulations of the simple Earth.  This is a personal favorite.  It reminds me of the quiet understated beauty and power of the cultured landscape. The essence of tonalist art.

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