Not Spelling it Out

Called for Supper
Good morning, Today I would like to talk some more about impressionism. I started painting in my 30s. My eyesight was better than normal! I could see so well that if I was in the driver's seat on a 4 lane highway, I could see across the road into a window and read the time on a clock! I am not exaggerating.... And I was one of those careless, cocky young people who believed it wouldn't happen to me. Oh, no, my eyes were too good. They would not fail me. But, of course, I was wrong. Somewhere in my mid 40s, I [...]








