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Went to work a new way, and got to cross the back field behind school. The fog rose behind the trees and the grass was wetter than I expected. I could hear the bus traffic on the street behind me, but in front of me the view was all greens and grey stillness, and the smell was of damp earth.

(And I couldn't stop to paint, so I looked, and took a snapshot, and looked some more.)

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Looking and looking is the only way to go. I agree. The more you look, the more you understand and the more you understand the more you appreciate what you are looking at, and this comes through in your painting. Nice :)

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