By C. F. Lawrenson
One beautiful autumn morning, I decided to hit the dusty trails in the mountains near the town we live in. I ended up on a road that led to a property owned by some friends of ours. I got out of the car to take in the view from the top of this hill and was awestruck by the panoramic scene laid before me. While I was breathing in the splendor, a northern harrier (sometimes called a marsh hawk) flew past me, low over the field, and circled back several times. This painting is a composite; just a slice of the beauty found along the road to Sugar Wood.