Day one hundred and ninety-four: I was contemplating a summer scene sketch at around dusk here in Philadelphia, and my mind jumped to Prairie Lake in Chetek, Wisconsin. The image of campfires at Luther Park must be strong in my memory, because I painted the essence of this scene in just a few minutes. How many sweet sunsets did I spend facing this very view? Many dozens over the years, no doubt. The only thing missing here are the shadows of people sitting around the fire, and the low, soft sound of guitars and voices singing. Here’s to all of you who sat and sang with me.
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