From Herefords to Holsteins ~ Bucolic Landscapes

Part of what I have found interests me with my American Landscape series is the life that a bovine or two adds to a country scene.  In my Grazing Alongside Spring Creek painting, I feature a small herd of cattle including a Hereford and Black Angus.  I just completed this oil painting on board, entitled The Watering Hole, which features a number of black and white Holsteins.

The Watering Hole, 10 x 12, Oil on Board by William R. Beebe

The Watering Hole, 10 x 12, Oil on Board by William R. Beebe

On my last excursion to rural farm country, I rounded several bends, coming across several breeds I was unfamiliar with.  I’m anxious to research the different breeds and to paint them in their surroundings.  

As I photograph the large bovines, I notice the personality in their faces.  I get a kick out of how they start coming over to me when I approach.  Watching them chew their cud, swish their tails and graze captures my attention to the point where it’s hard for me to move on.  Whether it’s a Hereford, Angus, or Holstein, I’m enjoying painting them thoroughly and I believe they add life, personality and interest to what otherwise might be a lovely but somewhat lifeless landscape.

I hope you enjoy this quiet setting of the Holsteins by the willow and watering hole.  This bucolic landscape was one where I could have spent hours observing the cows, studying cloud formations and observing how changing light would affect shadows and color.

At the same time, as I took in the moment, I was reminded of a funny memory from many years ago, when my good friend, my brother and I were fishing at a farmer’s pond.  One of the cows seemed to take a liking to my friend and cornered him at one end of the pond, standing in the water with only a small evergreen shrub leading interference.  My friend would move one way and the cow would move with him.  He ended up dropping his fishing pole and eventually made a mad dash for the fence!  ☺

So this painting has a double meaning to me.  The captured moment is of tranquility, without the disturbance of man.  But in my mind, I can visualize my friend in the far right corner of the pond, standing in the shallow water in his waders with a large cow, full of “personality” cornering him and daring him to come out from behind the shrub.  ☺

Traveling the Back Roads with the Top Down!

On my way home from a quick visit to Lexington, VA, I thought that even though it was on the cool side, the T-bird top had to come off and I was going to take the long way home.  I took the long and winding roads, up Rte. 252 toward Staunton, and then on up to Harrisonburg.  Revisiting some of my favorite locations I mentioned in my Country Roads blog and looking for new inspiration.  

I turned what normally would have been an hour drive from Lexington to Harrisonburg, into a three hour drive, stopping every whipstitch to shoot the beautiful scenery.  Several eye-catching farms went by the wayside, with no place to pull over on dangerous curves in the road.  Others, I was able to stop in the middle of the road, hold my camera up over the windshield and blindly take pictures, hoping to capture the shot before another car would appear.  

I had read about the Dayton area, near Harrisonburg, being Mennonite farm country, so it was an enjoyable ride until I met with James Madison University’s graduation traffic!  The entire town was backed up, with police directing traffic.  Once I managed to get on 33 East, I traveled over the Blue Ridge Mountains and headed back toward Charlottesville and on to Williamsburg!

The trip was successful as I gathered quality new material for future paintings.  It also re-inspired me to finish several small landscapes that I had put on hold while working on a large waterfowl painting.  

This is one of the three paintings that I came home to, entitled Grazing Alongside Spring Creek.  It’s a scene that I discovered last spring in Rockbridge County, VA.  The Hereford cow is wading in the winding creek with a calf, contemplating crossing, while the big black Angus bull and two other calves graze the open field.  Spring is in bloom.  

Grazing Alongside Spring Creek by William R. Beebe

Grazing Alongside Spring Creek by William R. Beebe

I focused on creating a soft painting, with Impressionist qualities.  Even though the cows are big strong animals, the serenity of the scene blends them into the landscape.  The dark but airy woods in the background allow the blossoming trees to stand out, helping to balance the composition.  

I hope you see in this piece, what I felt when I was delightfully surprised coming around the bend.  I’ll be finishing up the other two landscapes in the near future; one is an historic old mill and the other features a number of Holstein cows grazing by a small pond and weeping willow tree.

Holding on to The Family Farm ~ Are those days over?

A short time ago, I completed a farmhouse scene entitled Resting by the BrookAfter that, I painted a small one entitled Grazing Hillside.  Last week, I started a little painting with a red barn and a brick family farmhouse entitled Rockbridge Farm.  I have several more farmhouse scenes ready to go.  As I started painting Rockbridge Farm my mind began to wander down memory lane…

Every few years when we were kids (I have a younger brother, older sister, and an older brother who was already off serving his county) my dad would pack up the Nash Rambler family station wagon (then the Pontiac, then the Chrysler) along with his wife and three kids to make the somewhat obligatory 810 mile trip west to visit his mom and dad on the Iowa family farm. 

With my sister sitting in the middle of the backseat to separate my brother and me, due to our constant needling of each other, we would make the long boring ride over several days.  Occasionally the ruckus in the back seat would get so loud that my dad would say “If you don’t cut it out I will have to pull over!”  You didn’t want to make dad too mad because he was old school.  He meant it.  :-)

 My dad’s family farmland in Wever, Iowa was expansive.  It had a relatively small, white farmhouse where my dad and his four siblings grew up.  Fields of sweet corn, the sweetest I’ve ever eaten, went on for seemingly endless acres.  There were tractors, plows, and trucks all around.  I remember seeing old equipment cast aside, long grass growing over the rusty machinery.  For a kid growing up in the suburbs of Maryland, it was all new to me.  Why would they leave equipment outside to get all rusty I wondered? 

There was a hog pin, a large field of other vegetables like tomatoes and beans, a family cemetery with my ancestors buried on the hill up by the old apple orchard.  My brother, my cousin Randy, and I had unforgettable, smashing tomato fights in the tomato patch.  All wearing white tee shirts, we peppered each other with large, ripe red tomatoes. Amazingly our parents all thought it was funny.  It was all in good fun.  Nobody was concerned about the price of the tomatoes or worried about having to get the red stains out of the tee shirts.  Life on the farm.  Boys will be boys. 

My Uncle Philip was the one son that after WWII decided to stay on the farm, help out his dad (my grandfather Beebe) and eventually take over the family farm.  My dad and his older brother Ched moved east to pursue a different life.  I remember my dad talking about having to get up on blistery cold winter mornings to milk the cows at 4:30 am.  My dad was smart as a whip and became a lawyer.  However, you can take the boy off the farm but not the farm out of the boy.  He always had that reverential side, crediting his success to how he grew up with a strong work ethic and strong morals.

My uncle Philip toiled for years, working the land.  He had muscles to prove it.  He could roll his bicep up and down like Popeye.  He had hands like catchers’ mitts.  I can still remember seeing him climb into the hog pin chasing down a big, old hog in the mud and slop.  An impressionable memory for a little kid from the suburbs!

The family farm was left to my Uncle Philip, who in turn left it to his son Randy.  It was expected that the farm was to stay in the family.  Nobody considered selling it off so the siblings could divide up the money.  Farmland has become extremely valuable but the tradition was to keep the farm in the family. 

Now, with the tax laws most likely changing in the new year to regressive, old, high estate tax rates, I’m worried that it will become much harder to hold onto the family farm.  It’s a sad day when a family has to sell their farm just to pay the high estate taxes due upon settlement of their estate. 

I better paint fast because more and more farms will most likely go by the wayside down the road.  Each painting I do of a rural setting with an old barn or farmhouse reminds me of my grandparents and my heritage.  My mom’s parents were farmers too but that’s a farm story for another day!

I may be a suburban kid, but I’m still the proud son of a son of a farmer!

Update

on 2012-12-01 15:50 by Administrator

Rockbridge Farm, 8 x 12, Oil on Board is just off the easel and sold!