As a child, I've often viewed the orchards that stretch over the northwestern part of New York. We would whizz by in the car on our way to visit family in upstate New York. The top part of the painting seems to melt into the lower part, maybe mimicking the residues of memory. Remembering often recalls things with vivid clarity while leaving others hazy. The painting is comprised of both very transparent washes of color and opaque layers inserted between thickly drawn lines of charcoal, 30"x40" on canvas.