View from High Above
Everywhere I look I see a painting: Blossoming trees against verdant green hills, wild radish blooming in riotous profusion, dramatic clouds streaming across the sky. A mustard field viewed from a distance is a bright postage stamp of color, the yellow sharp and peppery. Working outdoors I have to brace myself against the blustery winds and try to keep my paper from blowing off my easel.
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