Nothing I love more than an old oil painting on wood panel, and I've got a particular penchant for folk art paintings featuring fallen trees--here two that read almost like railroad tracks crossing the waterfall on the diagonal, giving this bucolic landscape a bit of an edge and amplifying the sense of nature as a vastly more powerful force than our little rowing boater at left or the tiny flying ducks at bottom right. And, over time, the texture of the wood panel and effects of time on the paint have asserted themselves, visible especially in the pink and blue of the sky, lending the painting a bit of extra aura and moodiness. Better and much more atmospheric in person.
Sold in the lemon gold painted wooden frame I found it in, where I think it has lived for a long time. 11 3/8” x 9 1/8” framed; painting 10 1/16” x 7 3/4”. Uncleaned, with one small paint chip at upper right and evident wear to the paint of the frame, which I don't think detract a bit.