I don’t often paint at noon on the beach, but in Texas, you can drive your car/truck/JEEP right smack dab down to the waterline.  I was able to paint right out of the back of my Jeep, so I decided to pack a sandwich and head out around 10a.m.  I was still thinking how good that sandwich tasted and debating whether I was finished with my painting or did it still need a little something more when a plane buzzed the beach.   Like in a dream, I reached out and with a stroke…painted those wings just exactly like I saw them.    I smiled.  Sometimes, it just happens like that.  A good day.  A really good day.

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