Spent a late summer afternoon gazing down this driveway. The couple that lives in this house arrived home while I was well into painting this composition, and parked their car along the side of the warn driveway. They were well past middle aged. He, seemed to suffer from Parkinson’s, was slow, and fragile. When, together, they arrived at the other side of my easel to see what I was doing, she kindly pointed at my painting and asked her husband, “Can you see? Can you recognize what this is? It’s our house.” He gave no answer. She smiled at me and made small talk for a short time, then took her husband’s arm and led him down the driveway. Without looking back, she yelled back at me, “If you need me to move the car, let me know”. The day was another lesson on painting; painting a heavy, gray and misty day. It was also another lesson on what love is. What a marriage is. And what a home is.
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