This is an 11"x14" oil painting for my Mom and Dad for Christmas. Dad had asked me to paint his home in New Mexico. I had never painted a building and working off of a composite of two photographs, marshaled on. Almost ninety, Dad, and Mom still drive to their cabin for the summers. I stay in the bottom level, built into the side of the hill, with a deck and porch swing. The door opens to peace and sometimes to a bear, deer or a family of raccoons. I can hear the swing now, creaking slowly, as Dad smokes his cigar, surveying his piece of the mountain. If Mom and Dad are at the cabin, the flag is flying.
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