8"x10"
Oil
$650 Framed
sold
sold
I was driving by this little airport...on my way to somewhere else, and I circled around and went in. Little airports have a quietness about them so unlike the bussle of the big airports. Little planes waiting in anticipation as a dog might wait tied up for its owner's return outside of a shop. I have fond memories of picnics with my father at little airports after flying in or getting ready to go up for a spin.
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