In the spring and summer, I use to drive around Tucson looking for palo verde in bloom. For my birthday one year, my husband planted one in my front yard for me. Now I can enjoy it from my front window and paint it any time I like.
Were I called on to define very briefly the term art, I should call it "the reproduction of what the senses perceive in nature through the veil of the soul." Edgar Allen Poe
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