The August light hit the fields like it was on a mission—bright, heavy, and way too honest about the heat. Whitetail deer moved through the tall grass like they owned the place, while a few scrappy foxes trailed behind, clearly hoping for a miracle. It was one of those scenes that was beautiful and a little sad—nature doing its thing under a sun that refused to chill out.
Oil on Board, Framed Size 14 X 9
August 2025
The August light hit the fields like it was on a mission—bright, heavy, and way too honest about the heat. Whitetail deer moved through the tall grass like they owned the place, while a few scrappy foxes trailed behind, clearly hoping for a miracle. It was one of those scenes that was beautiful and a little sad—nature doing its thing under a sun that refused to chill out.
Oil on Board, Framed Size 14 X 9
August 2025
