The poppy reserve in Lancaster is an austere, desolate place, without the dusting of orange, people would pass though looking forward to what is around the next bend. This is one of those paintings that was lurking unfinished and I tied it together today. The change I made after photographing it, just so you know, is fixing the distant purple mountain on the left into an interesting shape, not a pointed triangle. What was I thinking? Now it's OK.
Oil on canvas, 14" X 18"