I got the idea for this painting from some little metal cars that my son got for Christmas one year (wonder if he still has them). Made a sketch of one of them, transferred it to the paper and drew the old farm house.
It makes me think of days gone by, wondering who rode in the car and lived in the house. What their life was like. Were they happy? Probably so, life seemed to be much simpler back then than it is now. Family meant a lot, you knew who your neighbors were. Not much crime, you made the best of what you had.