So Saturday, pretty much all day, I drove the art camp girls crazy.
When we got up I told them we were not going to do yoga because painting a 30×40″ canvas all day on the grass was going to be physical enough.
Taking it from blank canvas to finished product is like climbing a mountain. And I feel a bit like the leader and a bit like a sherpa. Half way through I am on the verge of screaming and they are wanting to quit. A few of them I need to carry on my back for a while. They are all calling me sergeant at this point. Then we get to the top and it is a love affair and we roll down the other side, laughing and doing a jig.
Take a look
look at the hazy sky
Aren’t they beautiful?