Farmhouse

Pulling off the dirt road and onto the gravelly driveway meant we’d arrived at Grama & Grampas. Past the horse corral there are giant trees to climb and inside there are bowls of candy to eat, an indescribable feeling of comfort washes over me. Maybe we could ride the tractor later, or uncover treasures in the barn? It’s ok with Grama, as long as we stay far away from the electric fence.

Oil painting copyright (c) Trevi Bennett 2012

Privy

Flanked by alfalfa fields and neighboring farms my Grandpa took great pride in visiting his privy. As a young child I could not imagine what was so cool in that tiny shed as to lure my Grandpa out of the farm house in a blizzard or rain storm. Odd that it’s called a privy, kinda like a privilege of sorts for old-timers.

Oil on board copyright (c) Trevi Bennett 2012