Blast From The Past

Yesterday when posting the painting of Darian at age 4, I remembered I had painted her mother about that age, in a yard swing with her dad, my brother. Last night I found a faded photo of that painting. Must have been about 1982. Maybe I was just learning to compose, harmonize color, etc. but the passion was there! The swing was a tractor seat on a chain suspended from a branch on a tall oak growing on the side of the hill. We would swing way out over the driveway and feel free as a bird! The little bushes grew into trees, the driveway was paved and Stacy grew up...but the painting remains to remind us of the fun we had with that swing.