If you saw yesterday's painting of the giant oak tree in Ruiz Field, then today you get a close-up view from under the oak tree and looking the opposite direction (west) as the road enters the field. I was tempted to put in our cattle running toward the gate, but I liked the simplicity of the painting without them, so I left them out. It is late afternoon, and I was captivated by the pattern of the gate's shadows on the ground. Ruiz Field is my favorite place to ride, in spite of having been thrown off my rearing horse onto this hard path a few weeks ago. Let's just say my broken rib has allowed me to stay quiet and enjoy more painting time while it heals!