Trees and shrubs and Queen Anne's Lace along fence rows. Seeds scattered perhaps some windy night, or dropped by a careless crow as he flew hurriedly by line miles and miles of country roads eventually providing food and shelter to many little creatures like those who lived along the western edges of a place in rural Indiana I will always call home.
A Place Called Home
Acrylic on canvas. 8" x 10"
Photo reference with permission byTracy Henzel