Fat Tires

Boatyards, bayous, the gulf, we check every nook and cranny for an interesting scene where we can paint outside, “plein air”.

This painting happens to be in our own backyard, “Ruth’s” that is, my painting buddy, mentor and neighbor. In the shed sits her old fat tire bicycle and Mother’s sewing machine.

We fill the wheel barrow with one of her colorful planters, content to be right at home.