Today is sort of- but not really- my dad's birthday. He is a leap year baby so, at 71, he misses out on it this year. Hopefully he is celebrating in Jerusalem today. In his honor I painted the wood pile. Since woodburning is the main source of heat for the house all winter, gathering and splitting and stacking wood are central responsibilities for him. I remember him laughing at me as I returned from an aerobics class- offering me instead a chance to stack wood. After the summer and fall efforts would be stored away, dad often could be caught admiring his woodshed- he said "it's better than money in the bank".
4 x 6 inches, acrylic and pencil on canvas,
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