February 5, 2025

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Some landscapes capture more than just a placeโ€”they hold a feeling, a rhythm, a quiet sense of movement. Todayโ€™s painting, Lines and Curves to West Point, reflects just that. The sweeping curve of the road leads the eye forward, while power lines stretch across the sky, subtle yet ever-present threads in the landscape.

Thereโ€™s a softness in the sky, a stillness in the trees, and yet a sense of directionโ€”of going somewhere familiar, somewhere known. Itโ€™s a scene that feels both ordinary and significant, a reminder of the beauty found in the paths we travel every day.

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๐Ÿ“ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ | ๐…๐ž๐›๐ซ๐ฎ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐…๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ž๐ง

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Some landscapes capture more than just a placeโ€”they hold a feeling, a rhythm, a quiet sense of movement. Todayโ€™s painting, Lines and Curves to West Point, reflects just that. The sweeping curve of the road leads the eye forward, while power lines stretch across the sky, subtle yet ever-present threads in the landscape.

Thereโ€™s a softness in the sky, a stillness in the trees, and yet a sense of directionโ€”of going somewhere familiar, somewhere known. Itโ€™s a scene that feels both ordinary and significant, a reminder of the beauty found in the paths we travel every day.

๐Ÿ“ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ | ๐…๐ž๐›๐ซ๐ฎ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐…๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ž๐ง

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Some landscapes capture more than just a placeโ€”they hold a feeling, a rhythm, a quiet sense of movement. Todayโ€™s painting, Lines and Curves to West Point, reflects just that. The sweeping curve of the road leads the eye forward, while power lines stretch across the sky, subtle yet ever-present threads in the landscape.

Thereโ€™s a softness in the sky, a stillness in the trees, and yet a sense of directionโ€”of going somewhere familiar, somewhere known. Itโ€™s a scene that feels both ordinary and significant, a reminder of the beauty found in the paths we travel every day.