On a crisp, fall morning, my sister Sallie and I took our
children and grandchildren apple picking in Hope, Maine. I turned
around and there it was. The old white church, surrounded by trees in
full fall foliage, shining in the brilliant morning sun.
I snapped the picture and carried it around for three years,
always knowing I wanted to paint it. As part of the Holliday sibling
gift exchange last year, I presented it to Sallie. It will always
remind of the special day, when the grandchildren were young and the
apples were sweet.
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