Going to Motor City today to pick up an uncle at the Detroit Wayne County Airport. He is returning from Midland TX where he went for the funeral of his 24-year-old grandson, Christopher, who died in a totally unnecessary gun accident.

No gun death is ever an "accident."

Why grown men play with loaded pistols, I'll never know.

The tragedy will go on. Another part of the tragic event: I never once even met my cousin.

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I finished the autumn scene "pretty" painting last night and framed it, hung it up. I think I'll name it OCTOBER FIRE. It is raining here in River City so I can't drag it out for a photograph. You can't use flash on paintings. The light burns out and reflects like a mirror. Bounced sunlight, diffused, is best. I usually take about a half dozen digital pics of a painting, slap them on the computer, and pick the best. Then I get it better in Photoshop.

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My Columbus patron will be here tomorrow (Thursday.) I have straightened up the place, but there is more to do. I wouldn't want him to think I live like an "artist." LOL

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Laterz...

PS: Welcome back off the Appalachian Trail, Cindylou! My first wife and I did about half of the trail long, long ago. It took parts of four summers, three or four pairs of boots, and some poison ivy treatment. Beautiful, except for the weather!