This is part two of the beginnings of the landscape I posted about a few days ago. This little tractor has been a symbol in other pieces of art that I have created, for my father. He passed away when I was nine years old, leaving me and my mom to take care of things. He had this tractor, a Farmall, that he used to plow and till our garden and on occasion take a ride down to my grandparents house. He used to let me steer while I sat on his lap. Some of my fondest remembrances of him.