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  • We live in the sticks, on the edge of the forest. I'm painting a mural for a neighbor's moss-covered pumphouse. I took the two panels up to the ridge on Sunday to check the colors and take a couple in-process photos. The mural is supposed to mirror the surrounding woods and reflect the vast view of the coastal mountains to the west. I plan to have a few animals peeking out from behind the trees. I set the panels in place and my granddaughter, Johnna, immediately picks a fir bough off the ground, and covers her eyes with it. She sticks it in her mouth and tries to blend in. Then she grabs a couple sticks, holds them above her head and mimes the deer. I've seen Pueblo deer dances that use similar camouflage and masking ideas but the pink hooves kinda blow her cover!
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