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There is such atmosphere in the great state of Indiana that memories of it can make a grown man weep! This is a barn I saw along Highway 69 one day on a trip from our home in Indianapolis to Fort Wayne. Off in the distance, amid the gleaming January snow, just at sunrise, this scene played out. I stopped the car, took a snapshot, and couldn't wait to get home to start painting it. This is one of those rare times when I took no artistic license. I didn't move a thing and didn't enhance it. The scene is exactly as the scene appeared.
One more thing. Everything in that song about Indiana is true. You haven't lived until you've seen the "moonlight on the Wabash", or the "light through the sycamores", or smelled the "new mown hay". There's really nothing to equal being "back home again, in Indiana". And that's one of the reasons I never wanted to sell this painting.
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