Tuesday, November 3, 2015

I Painted the Mountain

I wandered at the edge of a large hay field yesterday, the expanse of grass on one side, and a steep forested hill on the other.  In front of me was Mount Prospect, and a band of trees that had already lost  their leaves.  The forested hill hid the Hopper to the right.  The sunlight streamed over this hill and caught the tree tops.  I painted a picture of the mountain.

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