En Plein Air: Mr. Wakefield's Old Residence (Oil on Canvas Panel 12 x 16)

When I drove down the trail this morning, I thought Mr. Wakefield still lived there. By the time I saw the building, I realized that he had long before moved to heaven. You could tell the age of the house by the way the house now leaned on one side with oak boughs growing across over it, almost shading the whole dilapidated house from the sun.Still, there was a kind of beauty about the view as the sunlight shot down through the cracks in the foliage and made the weeds shimmer softly under the dark green vault of leaves. Some unknown trees by the the house were faithfully blossoming and bearing a kind of fruit which looked like wild berries.