After painting “Ranney Road #1”, the road continued up over a steep ridge and came to a Y. To the right it looked sandy. One of life’s quandaries. Which way now? I continued straight ahead. A decision I soon regretted: it looked like a washout. Thank goodness for my trusty F150! A lesser vehicle would have gotten stuck. Eventually the road came down the ridge to this idyllic scene.
Ah, but there was trouble in paradise. A wicked, very insistent fly was hell-bent on chewing on my left forearm! In desperation I finally rubbed turpentine on my arm to make it taste less yummy. It helped. I’ll always remember that nasty fly whenever I see this painting.