The kitchen window has always proven to be a crucial spot for me. I've solved countless problems, mined the mysteries of the universe, and dreamed some of my most outlandish dreams while standing at the kitchen sink and gazing out the window. I've lived in several houses, and the kitchen window above the sink became the mind center of each place, my executive desk, so to speak. I recently moved into a new home, and the second story kitchen window provides a view of the highway below and a mountain directly across from me. (Unless you are familiar with West Virginia, this image may be hard to visualize.) When I first peered out the kitchen window, I noticed the little red barn. Nestled in the early spring green, the structure seemed to cling to the steep mountain side that rose from the highway below. That barn has become a daily reminder of the reasons I enjoy painting plein air, a symbol of the holy endeavor.Today, I set up my easel on the side of that steep incline and painted that little barn, and it was just as much fun as I thought it would be. The temperature was cool and the breeze was stiff, so stiff that my umbrella had to put away and my easel reinforced, but I had a ball. I'm thankful for my kitchen window that has a direct view of this barn, a reminder that I need to go paint something,
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