The painting is a large acrylic (24" x 48")on a linen covered wood panel. It is part of an exhibition with the Academy of Fine Arts in Lynchburg, Va. The painting is of Lynchburg; its Main St. The city is very much a child of its 19th Century tobacco wealth. One street up on a sharp rise to the viewer's right is cobbled Church Street with the magnificent edifices to each denomination that gave it the name. Below to the left is the James River, Commerce Street and the brooding old tobacco warehouses. Today Lynchburg is the largest city in America NOT connected to an interstate highway. Because of this it is like an insect trapped in the amber of an earlier age. On a Sunday morning its bypass takes everone to the strips and shopping malls leaving the downtown empty to the ghost of the Old South; and the 19th Century peers again out of the upper vacant windows at the few interlopers from the present.