One of my favorite subjects, the blueberry fields in autumn. This hill is near where I used to live on the Blue Hill peninsula, still a vivid memory. For years I commuted back and forth to Bangor, about 1 hour one way, and the views of the blueberry barrens as I made the last leg home every evening always took my breath away. I never tired of that sight.
Oil on masonite 8 X 6 inches
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