For the first three years I called it “PAIN AIR.” How many times did the easel blow over and twice the wind caught the wet canvas and blew it into my face. So glad I stuck with it. Many adventures. My thanks to Bob, John, Shelly, Sam, Dick and others for the push.
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I love every one of these photos. feel like I've sat in the very same spots.
Don't forget to smile Rick. People might be under the impression you're serious!
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