Deerfield River Whispered Memory, oil on a 20 x 16 inch canvas framed

Painted from a quiet bend along the Mohawk Trail, where the water remembers every footstep.  

Long before roads, this was a path of trade and trust...10,000 years of silent crossings.  

The river moves slowly here, as if reluctant to forget.  

The foliage burns gold and crimson, and the house across the water feels like a dream half-remembered.  

Now the river glows with autumn light, as if waiting for someone who once promised to return.