The fields have gone from impossible green to unlikely gold, and soon they will be harvested. It never ceases to amaze me how the same piece of land can look so completely different, depending on the season and the light.
I wanted to capture the main impressions you get from a fleeting landscape as it passes by the window of a train. I usually can't resist the temptation to paint as much detail as possible, and this is not supposed to be about detail at all. To keep it loose, I worked very wet, and I used a flat one-inch brush for just about everything in each painting.