My father's favorite phrase was, "Too late!" I'm so glad it wasn't your father's!
A childhood full of far too much thinking makes for a great writer, y'know...
Who knew I was going into the Fourth of July with a bellyful of history? The art is teaching me in spite of myself. But it's still art, and this blog has one of the best lines ever:
"He painted them filled with symbolism, floating like ghosts, timeless, and glowing with their culture."
Wendy, who has EVER described the study of dark and light better?!
Oh, my, what will the next 40 years be like?! (Not to worry: I think the apple fell far from the very distinctive, signature oak tree!)
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