Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Art at the Farm

Rita's peonies were in their glory and Mary wanted to paint them.  She set up her easel and in the time it took her to gather other materials, a wind came up and knocked everything down.  The wind calmed down and she set everything up again.  The wind picked up and knocked everything down again.  It was so breezy that I got frustrated trying to paint and decided to sketch with a charcoal pencil.  We had lunch under a big shade tree near the road.  After a awhile, a man on a mule came by--residents of the community.  We chatted and had quite a few laughs.  I'm thinking about Rick and Homer as a living piece of art.  

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