When Roy Boswell leaves his house in the morning, he never knows where inspiration might hit.
It could come from a simple birdhouse standing in a garden or a set of worn tire tracks heading into a wooded meadow. Maybe it’s an old rusted truck on a side yard, the corner of a dark barn or the burst of color from a display of flowers.
He knows he has to be ready. So he keeps his supplies — an easel, some paint and a camera — close by.