Tire Swing

Tonight's painting is an old barn in early autumn. A tire swing hangs from a nearby tree. When I was a kid there was a rope swing on a large tree in the front lawn of my grandfather's house. My cousins, siblings, and I spent many dizzy moments on that swing. The tree is long since gone - as is my grandfather. Siblings have moved away. Cousins are rare,y seen. The world drifts apart. But many memories remain. I suppose that's the power of the mind.

As for the painting, this one is an 11x14 stretched canvas.