My father and I drove to some of my favorite painting spots this weekend after an afternoon hike in the woods. The air was frigid and the sun was setting as we reached a farm at the top of a hill near his house. I realized on this trip that many of my most favorite places to paint are within only a few miles of my childhood home, places I once rode a bicycle or passed by on the school bus. They will probably always hold a special significance.
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