The summer is finally here. Erik made his pilgrimage to Sibley Park for his annual painting trip. It was hot and the flowers are still a little behind, but it is like going into another century. After ipods, imacs, high speed internet, and the virtual world, it is really refreshing to stand in the hot sun and listen to birds and fountains. You see real light, feel real heat, real bugs and smell real oil paint. The effort it takes to perceive the world sometimes feels like a lost art or at least a unique experience. Everything is from secondary source.
The summer is finally here. Erik made his pilgrimage to Sibley Park for his annual painting trip. It was hot and the flowers are still a little behind, but it is like going into another century. After ipods, imacs, high speed internet, and the virtual world, it is really refreshing to stand in the hot sun and listen to birds and fountains. You see real light, feel real heat, real bugs and smell real oil paint. The effort it takes to perceive the world sometimes feels like a lost art or at least a unique experience. Everything is from secondary source.
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