You'll remember we were looking for Martin's ancestral graves while in Westport. The first time out, we were sent to the wrong cemetery, but Tyler found a surprise for me over the back wall. Pigs! I love pigs.
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" . . . painting the looser side of realism . . ." Writing about my life as an artist, plein air painting, traveling and whatever else might intrigue me.
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