From the Oil Painter's Journal:

Frodo's Pergola
Since I was a child I biked by our neighbor's house with its' shapes and angles and the brilliant turquoise fence and just liked the look of the place sitting Lilliputian under the tree -- a summer cottage for a hobbit clan. I can still see Sears with his name patch on his coveralls (I think he got it for a steal at Sears or something like that.) stooping out from under the arbor. He always had a smile on his face. You'd have to living in a place like that.

I walk in to town looking for something to paint and the flowers are in bloom so I just have to paint it. The only problem with the spot is that all the people who head out the Cape on 28 South end up right at this corner and their car idles for a minute before they interrupt me and I have explain to them that, "Yes, you have been going South but no, 28 South turns North for awhile and you mistakenly stayed South when you should have turned East about four miles back up the road."

I'm usually excited about a painting right after I finish it and that can be the first time I really take a good look at it. I framed it up and put it on exhibition. Someone said to me, "Is that a garage?" and that's when I realized that it is.

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