One day while taking a stroll, I spied a yellow truck, a quintessentially yellow truck, a true canary. It spoke of days gone past and of days that still are, of a mountain town caught somewhere between what was and what is. Shadows danced purple blue on the looming Mountain as the clouds shifted purple orange against an azure sky. I caught the canary and put it to paint.
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August 5th, 2012
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