Sunday, February 9, 2014

Ashland, Oregon


I drove into the country outside of Ashland, Oregon after the first snow of '68, hoping to find something of interest to photograph. After I photographed a barn, I turned and took this picture of my ridiculously troubled, but surprisingly reliable 1956 VW.

Years later, after learning how to draw, I used the  photograph  to draw this for my mother, with whom I was living those few months in December of 1968.