Time was when I used to make these postcard landscapes after work. Sometimes, on the weekend, I went outdoors to make them. I love the Pacific Ocean in the northern part of the state. When spring comes, I hopt to be outdoors again, painting. Trying to decide about a watercolor class that travels, too. But, while very reasonable, it is expensive. It is hard to feel deserving of these pleasures when the world is in such a sorry shape. The oldest daughter of friends is studying dental hygiene and about to go on a missionary trip to South America to bring dental care to a village. Sounds like a neat thing to do.
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