The man races by me on the narrow hiking trail. He holds a folded easel in one hand. A bag of art supplies hangs off his opposite shoulder. He is clearly on a mission. The view off the trail where he passes is stunning. I want to call out to him, “wait, you are bypassing the best scenery,” but he is quickly out of range.
I take my time ambling down the trail, enjoying the peace and solitude. Eventually I come upon the artist. He is standing on a large rock, his easel erect, paint in hand. I look at the rather mundane landscape on this part of the trail. I cannot fathom what made him choose this spot.
The artist mumbles something about the changing light and appears harried to get the job done. He is oblivious to my presence. My curiosity gets the best of me. I position myself behind the canvas and watch as the artist transforms the banal surroundings into a breathtaking masterpiece. A wonderland that can only be seen through the artist’s eyes.
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