If you've ever driven west on Rt. 2 coming out of Boston, chances are you passed this field in Concord, MA.
I've painted these fields before; I find them especially interesting because they come along right after a congested rotary and a state correctional facility. You know how it is, the trip "doesn't really begin" until you hit a certain landmark. I consider the barn the start of my journey west toward Deerfield.
The real treat for me is to see the barn on the way home. It's lit at night and the American flag is illuminated in a way that strikes me as powerfully poignant, night after night. A reminder of how this country began, and of the farmers from Concord and Lexington who stood strong so many years ago.
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