I am painting the same grain stacks 32 times.
From a distance, they resemble thatched huts
without windows and doors
or huge cupcakes
with conical hats.
From dawn to dusk, each landscape
follows the sun and seasons
like time-lapse photography.
The idea is to capture
the changing light,
the nuances of shadow,
use the full palate of colors
as mood changes over time.
Blanche, my step-daughter, lifts
each composition on and off the easel
and lays them end to end
on the flat wooden barrow.
When I harvest
enough brush strokes,
we wheel them home again.
