Edge Of The Corn

A young buck and a doe bound across a cut field, legs stretched out in that effortless whitetail gallop that covers ground without looking like it. They've spooked from somewhere near the standing corn and they're heading for the treeline, which blazes red and orange against a clean October sky. A farm pond catches the light at the field's edge, cattails lining the bank. It's a scene you've seen a hundred times if you've spent any time in farm country—deer moving between food and cover, always faster than you expect. Thick, impasto brushwork gives the sky and field a texture that feels alive, like the whole landscape is in motion with them.