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stories&things my light box reveals

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This time I stared at a painting Monet did of a wheat stack-an autumn sunrise as the mist cleared. He painted a whole series of the same subject in different seasons and times of day, showing the way light transformed his subject. As a friend described, Monet wasn’t actually painting wheat stacks, he was painting light. This specific work of art glowed with the light of sunrise, bringing glorious beauty to a simple subject. Light had the power to turn a pile of wheat in a bare field into something transcendent and alive with color and vibrancy.

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Permalink HORNETS NEST southside family history: my cousin searching the well at an abandoned house my great grandfather once owned near Pittsburg Landing in Shiloh National Military Park in Tennessee.
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