We’ve driven past the Wooden Nickel in Ferryville hundreds of times. This time, we finally pulled in.
I wanted somewhere down to earth. A warm, welcoming bar where even first-timers feel like they’re part of the family. No fuss. No pretending. Just a good place to sit down and stay for a while.
We ate burgers and walleye outside while the sun slowly dropped over the Mississippi. Afterwards, I wandered across the road to the riverside to take in the view.
When I turned around, there it was: the Wooden Nickel lit up by the setting sun.
That was the painting.
I’m not a biker, but I understand the appeal of the lifestyle. A small group of friends. A bit of wanderlust. The open road. The peace that comes from simply getting out and going somewhere without turning the whole thing into a bloody productivity exercise.
The motorcycle became the anchor for the painting, with the bar, parked cars, and wooded bluffs sitting behind it in the evening light.
Sometimes the place you’ve driven past a hundred times is exactly where you needed to stop.
Want a print instead? You can find prints of this piece here: prints are not available yet but will be in the next week at this link:
https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/artofdanhoward/pulling-in-at-the-wooden-nickel/
Painting Details
Title: Pulling In at The Wooden Nickel
Medium: Oil
Framed in black
Surface: Panel
Size: 11x14
Date Painted: July 23, 2026
We’ve driven past the Wooden Nickel in Ferryville hundreds of times. This time, we finally pulled in.
I wanted somewhere down to earth. A warm, welcoming bar where even first-timers feel like they’re part of the family. No fuss. No pretending. Just a good place to sit down and stay for a while.
We ate burgers and walleye outside while the sun slowly dropped over the Mississippi. Afterwards, I wandered across the road to the riverside to take in the view.
When I turned around, there it was: the Wooden Nickel lit up by the setting sun.
That was the painting.
I’m not a biker, but I understand the appeal of the lifestyle. A small group of friends. A bit of wanderlust. The open road. The peace that comes from simply getting out and going somewhere without turning the whole thing into a bloody productivity exercise.
The motorcycle became the anchor for the painting, with the bar, parked cars, and wooded bluffs sitting behind it in the evening light.
Sometimes the place you’ve driven past a hundred times is exactly where you needed to stop.
Want a print instead? You can find prints of this piece here: prints are not available yet but will be in the next week at this link:
https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/artofdanhoward/pulling-in-at-the-wooden-nickel/
Painting Details
Title: Pulling In at The Wooden Nickel
Medium: Oil
Framed in black
Surface: Panel
Size: 11x14
Date Painted: July 23, 2026