Well, I'll be...your folks came from the same neck of non-woods as mine. My mother's mother was raised on a homestead in La Junta, Colorado. My mom had memories of riding fence with her grandpa. Their photos look SO much the same as this. Well, except for the jeans and the gun...great caption.
What a strange expression. I wonder if I was feeling the same then as I was in your studio. I remember feeling very insecure and apprehensive at the wedding. Not so much in your studio except when you were complaining of how bad the painting was turing out.
The last comment applies to the posting below. Ooops
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