My Grandpa was a blueberry farmer. Growing up we learned what it meant to work hard on a farm, however sometimes we just ate the blueberries as we picked them. My Grandpa planted many fields of blueberries and worked very hard in hopes to help give us a good education and future. When I go home to Michigan I love driving out to Holland. You know when you are getting closer because you can see rows and rows of blueberries. My favorite time to do this is in the winter when the branches are bare. When it is snowing you can see how red the branches are against the white snow. In the winter the fields are so peaceful and calm. I hoped to capture this beauty in this piece.
