We’ve had some winds lately. Strong. Cold. Blustery. I was almost blown off the road taking my snaps this day.
My mom, painter Bernice Vincent, noticed in one of my last posts a little white car driving through the landscape. This is one of the hallmarks of her paintings. The little white car. The “everyman” car.
Another hallmark of her work is the road itself. She has one painting that shows a road as a triangle leading off into the distance. The photo below reminds me of that painting.
This one’s for you, mom.