Every Wednesday is an open portrait group in Durango, which I have recently been attending. I haven't done any portraits in oil for a very long time and most are not worthy of seeing. This was yesterdays attempt and since I like it enough I thought I would post it.
The gentleman that cuts our hay has this really great old tractor that I just love. I was in luck today because he left it sitting here last night and I jumped on the chance, first thing this morning, to paint it. It kind of reminds me of a red grasshopper. I highly suspect that cushy seat is not a standard issue on these things.
This is an old church over in Pagosa Springs, Colorado. I was close enough to the hot springs, and down wind, to catch a whiff of that strong sulfur smell while I painted this. Luckily the wind would change from time to time.