One day, almost towards the end of a hike, we approached the back of a painter at work. He was wearing a white shirt with a medium sized fish on it. A clear outline of the fish- skinny sketchy diagram is for us commoners. His fish had its body filled with daubs of colorful paint.
It was interesting to see what he was sketching. His painting had horses in it and he was using the background of mountains to fit in his picture. I was wondering where he painted the horses from.
I have been noticing how, when we hike the same place, at each point I am reminded how something happened. They are building up each time. I am already confusing one mountains feeling with another.
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