The air gets plain.
It doesn’t feel plain to me. Unless maybe that means there aren’t any storms in the air.
If that’s it I’ll go for plain air all the time.
There are some other people who must like plain air too, because they show up in Sedona just for the air at this time of year.
I find them on my trails doing strange things.
I thought my person took a long time getting pictures with her camera, but these people take forever.
They don’t even use a camera, they bring all their paints with them.
And when they finally get finished, they don’t even have to put a little card in their computer – their picture is already there.
Wait a minute. What, person?
What do you mean, it’s not plain air, it’s plein air?
What’s the difference. It sounds the same to me.
Plein air is when artists paint outside? Oh.
And I met an artist who is way more famous than me?
I’m a pretty famous dog. He must be really famous.
He has his own website, and it’s better than my blog? No way!
I need some votes here. Check out Tom Lynch’s website at http://www.tomlynch.com/ and tell me my blog is better.
I guess it really doesn’t matter anyway. What’s more important is that…
my new friend Tom gave me loves.