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Morning. Found a fence to sit on in the boat trailer parking lot, and looked out over the cut. This was about half painted before the bugs found me, and then the rhythm of the work shifted to brush, slap, look, slap, slap, brush, look, slap, and so on. Stopped on the way home to buy a small bottle of insect repellent to keep with my art things for the rest of the summer.

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Lovely scene, especially considering the buggy circumstance under which you had to work.



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