Tuesday, September 24, 2019

421 Main Street

Picking a spot in the shade, I had a comfortable start on this beautiful old house.  As I worked, the wind picked up from the south, blowing my hair steadily across my face.  Tucking and retucking my hair into my hat, it became apparent that I could not keep it contained. By the time I packed up, I felt like I'd done battle with the wind, and lost!  Oh why didn't I look for shelter first?  Painting number 2460 in 2460 days.

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