Burning Cane

This morning I woke from a call from my mom.  She was in tears.  Her friend and coworker’s oldest son died in a motorcycle accident during the middle of the night.  He was 21 years old.  She just called to say she loved me.

I couldn’t help but think of home – growing up in a small town where everyone knew everyone.  At times I didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse, especially at times like these, when someone was taken way too soon.  My heart breaks for the family.

So, I had a burning in my own heart when I painted this picture of burning sugarcane.  Sugarcane surrounds my small town in South Florida and I always enjoyed watching the cane burn before it was harvested.  I just wish sweet Cameron had the chance to watch it burn again.