“…I like to think how nice it’s gonna be, maybe, in California. Never cold. An’ fruit ever’ place, an’ people just bein’ in the nicest places, little white houses in among the orange trees. I wonder – that is, if we all get jobs an’ all work – well maybe we can get one of them little white houses. An’ the little fellas go out an’ pick oranges right off the trees. They ain’t gonna be able to stand it, they’ll get to yellin’ so.”
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, 1939, p. 95

Oil on Canvas 24" x 30"