Somewhere, deep in the woods of the Adirondacks, there stands a shed, which at any given time, could be storing enough fireworks to illuminate the East River on July 4th.I didn't get to finish this painting. Every time I went outside it started raining on me. Then I'd go inside, and the sun would come out. I'd run back out, rain again. I could have lived with the rain if the temperature was higher than 50.
This is the point in the season where I transition to still life until summer comes again.
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