My Big Sky Country
Come see my Montana, and maybe just a splash of Washington as well. This is a piece of artistic attempt with oils in my antiquity. A dozen more are scattered amongst our children's homes and a few have been sold. I might even envision the kids saying . . . "Whoops, here comes Granny Hook, hurry and hang her paintings back on the wall."
Just kidding, I think!
Didn't dream I had it in me. Once started it became an obsession as I envisioned the next one. I contemplated doing all the grands, but they grew faster than I could paint. My only remaining untalented left hand killed the yen. At least for now. Maybe someday, God willin'.
Autumn Sunrise high in the Tobacco Roots where we hunted - about 77 miles south of Butte.