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Nov 16, 2017
Media: oil
Size: 6x6 in
I borrowed this painting’s title from a poem by James Whitcomb Riley called, When the Frost is on the Punkin. If you can get past the dialect he writes in, he paints pictures with words of beautiful fall mornings. For example, a brief excerpt: When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;
But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
I borrowed this painting’s title from a poem by James Whitcomb Riley called, When the Frost is on the Punkin. If you can get past the dialect he writes in, he paints pictures with words of beautiful fall mornings. For example, a brief excerpt: When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;
But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
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