Julie wheeled her little red wagon to Lake Cheston, took out her materials, and headed down to the beach, where I found her.
"When I took out my palette, a dragonfly landed on it," she told me.
Her youngest child has just started kindergarten, so Julie has time again to do something she loves: paint. She is by training and temperament an artist, apparent in the beginnings of her landscape.
"I'm glad you're doing this for yourself now," I said and walked on.
We're kindred spirits: Julie creates her vision on canvas, and I, in digital photos.
Both of us prove that autumn offers gifts for the eyes that see them.
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