While waiting for spring to finally arrive, I’ve been taking some time to work on my family tree. It’s given me occasion to travel by car and in my mind to the rural roots of my mother’s side of the family.
Partially snow covered corn rows, fields and old homesteads wait for the cycle of a new generation of life to grow up from the roots and soil planted in hope of a good future. This little memory painting is the result of those images that form my roots.
