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I grew up in a town in western Massachusetts where there is a lovely park I spent a lot of time in as a child. On a late summer trip last year I painted in the park near an out door theater named "The Pines". Its named after these amazing, huge, old pines that were planted all around it. These are beautiful majestic trees. Under the pines you feel like you are in a cathedral.
On my painting trips through western Massachusetts there is a tiny lake in a state park I love to visit. I used to picnic here with my family when I was little. It hasn't changed at all. its still wild and rustic. It is in a remote area and always quiet after Labor Day. The cottages across the lake are empty and I have the place to myself. I love sitting on the shore in the warm late summer sun painting.
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The farms in the the Berkshires of western Massachusetts have often been in the same families for generations. The buildings and land have been well cared for. The sugar maples and oaks planted many years ago stand tall next to the stone walls. The barns on this farm looked lovely in the late light.
