"No fuel was long ago. We push it down the hill now. Then we picnic with homemade bread. Do you remember ‘Sun Jam’? I think I know why they called it that now. The Grass blows the same. They say the rains are coming." Via: the art of Brent Dodd
"No fuel was long ago. We push it down the hill now. Then we picnic with homemade bread. Do you remember ‘Sun Jam’? I think I know why they called it that now. The Grass blows the same. They say the rains are coming." Via: the art of Brent Dodd
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I love that imagry. There's something about motorcycling that despite the oil and the nuts and the bolts is just so idyllic. I love riding my bike. That painting captures why.
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