On my trips to the summer studio I do enjoy reflecting on the past and what it must have been like to raise a family on the plains. The labor must have been considerable and the uncertainty has been passed down through the generations. This is a sulky; basically a small cart that can be attached behind other equipment while it was being pulled by hoarses.
This is a bit more than a sketch, but not by much. It is a small ink and watercolor done on a postcard to my daughter.
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