clear day ending

8" x 10" oil on recycled aluminum

en plein air...the vista house from chanticleer point, Corbett, OR.

I had run away from home and sat on the grass below the stone wall of the viewpoint. It was so quiet, a warm evening. Lot's of mosquitos but not biting. The people visiting the viewpoint couldn't see me unless they walked to the edge of the concrete retaining wall and looked down. Children always do this. One little girl said "What are you doing?" in a whisper, as though I were doing something magical. I felt like I was. One little girl said the same thing, louder, as if she thought I were doing something wrong. Some japanese people watched for quite a while, but I don't know what they were saying. ( There was some laughter.)

Once, after I heard a guy say "Are you coming?", I looked up into the eyes of a woman . "Beautiful", she whispered.

and it was.