Then I caught a glimpse of color.
Then I realized there was bird poop on it on the front.
When you are junking around in old barns and shacks one has to expect bird poop.
At least that is what I tell myself.
I was worried that cleaning evidence of the bird would ruin the painting but to my surprise, it didn't.
I love the rustic goodness of this piece.
It was hand painted by someone with the last name of Smith in 1969.
The colors are so vibrant and charming.
So glad to have found it - even if it meant dealing with a little poo.