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I am sitting in the truck on
an old oil road, after
having recovered my painting. It blew off my easel and literally sailed
through the air in a high wind gust. I ran after it like some crazed
person. It is close to finished, a deadline fast approaching. I am
relieved that there is not much damage. As I look out over the valley,
I am flooded with fond memories of sketching trips with my art
students. We have shared many adventures and much laughter over the
years. I cherish each and every moment spent with these people here. –
Excerpts from my art journal
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| Fall – Moose Creek and Cripple Creek Meet 18" x 24" Acrylic on canvas board 1988 (Also available as a Reproduction print) 
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