This is a pastel of an antique tractor that is on our property. I love this tractor with its rusted body, broken wheels and imposing stature. I keep begging my husband to move it by the pond so it can take its rightful place as a sculptural piece of Americana. Steve remembers many late June days using this tractor to help hay the fields. These are fond memories for him. He says there's nothing in today's world to compare with the smell of a freshly mowed field, birds twittering in the outlying trees and the evening sun shining down on it all.