On July 23rd, 2002, I put my painting equipment into a backpack and set it in the back of my van. At the time, I lived in Southern California but spent my weekends up north, usually in Yosemite, sometimes one of the many other national parks found in California. My deal with my wife was that I had to make a good painting before I came back, otherwise, t…
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