For many years Pop's old country store sat in the hedgerow, having been moved there from its original site, down on the corner. Like my Dad, it was retired after many years of service to the farming community.
I've long felt the same way about the light down in the hollow, on the trees and field, with the same need to capture it in paint.
The first attempt ended up heading for the trash can. Much too busy in the trees, and generally pretty "mushy"
all over. A real stinker.
I also liked number three, although there is too much blue in the shade side of the tree. The light was much softer, after clouds moved in. A "Gray day" painting that I'll use for reference in a bigger version, back in my studio. All in all, a fun way to pass the time while my Dad slept. Time to make supper.