"NEIGHBORS"

                                                                     "NEIGHBORS"

6X6" oil on wood

                    Not looking over the fence, I wonder who is living there.  Every now and then I would hear voices, music coming from the house, smell the barbeque and hear the clap, clap of the occasional backdoor screen shutting, then silence.   At times the house was dark for weeks.  Then, lights, and familiar voices come filtering through the fence and... they are home again.  It was just one of those times.  I was in my yard quietly reading a book listening to the chatter from next door when I was startled to hear from over the fence; 

Hi Neighbor!