Every time I look at "Painted Sky, I
begin to squint in response to to the high afternoon sun in my eyes.
Then I remember that the sun is not in my eyes, it is in the eyes of the
fishing shack. Then I remember that fishing shacks don't
have eyes, they have windows, of course . . . but by that time,
I'm completely out of the trance-like state I go into when I am the
house and take my pictures.
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