When I first saw this house on a gravel road not far from Harlan, Iowa, I knew I had to paint it. The house is such a brilliant yellow and sits alone on the corner of country roads. The November fields were already bare, but the golden and rust of the harvest still remained. In the mid-morning sun, the long shadows of late fall paint a pattern on the lawn and across the road.
When I first saw this house on a gravel road not far from Harlan, Iowa, I knew I had to paint it. The house is such a brilliant yellow and sits alone on the corner of country roads. The November fields were already bare, but the golden and rust of the harvest still remained. In the mid-morning sun, the long shadows of late fall paint a pattern on the lawn and across the road.