Portrait the Artist as a Young Father
Hot summer nights we’d lie in the cool grass of our front yard and watch the sky. Every shining star a miracle and a friend to us. The lightning bugs would do their best to mimic the twinkling and do their own “dance of light” to our delight. We’d collect them in a Mason jar with tiny holes in the top and smell their scent mixed with honeysuckle on our fingers…
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Just found your web site/looking because I received 3 Herb Jones prints af,ter my younger brother passed away.He was an avid fisherman living in Virginia for years. Il love the shades of blue,the water scenes, the stark buildings………I have ” Country Roads,The Inlet and welcome the wanderers. Just prints ,but Ilove them!!!!!! Framing them to hang in my old farm house in Pwnnsylvania. Hope to visit the Gallery, Keep doing your beautiful work!!!!! a new fan, Mary K. KAUF 737 hALSTON rOAD wEST sUNBURY, pA 16061