There is something about roads that I 've always been fascinated with since early childhood. Back then my father would drive me out into the country on daily excursions. I remember  I'd never get tired of watching cars and trucks pass by creating this queer ambiance of cars swishing by, making a hiss or a roar momentarily, and then just open space for the next car.  Sort of like what life is all about. My father's long passed away, but the voice still resonates powerfully.  He is gone yet the trail he left behind still exists.

the highway, oil on canvas
45 x 35