Resonate
What moves me, does not resonate beyond me. Again I must learn, unless you were there, or knew the story, it’s meaningless and simply seen as a ho hum photo to which to move on upon.
One was the Negro League Dugout in Archer. Sundays on our way to Williston we would have to slow as the road side was teeming with spectators. Now but a memory.
Two was the Jones farm in Trenton. I was asked by the late Tom Jones, a chiropractor in Williston if I would make a painting of his father. I was walking about the farm and the shoes were on the back porch. I later did the painting which Tom never saw, having been murdered. Years later a grandson saw the painting online and purchased it. I am glad it found a home.
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