There is nothing like painting Union Station during the holidays. Families visit for photos by the giant tree, as travelers arrive and leave by train, pausing to gaze at it's beauty. Many breakfast and lunch here - us included - then attend the various exhibits or Science City. While sipping hot tea, I visit with Mom and artist friends as I paint, and my painting unfolds effortlessly. A girl from my pilates class stops by to say "hi", and we go about our day. These little moments spent here in this grand place, are what life is made of. I'm so lucky to get to do this every single day. Painting number 4409 in 4409 days.
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