Our group was slotted to paint downtown. Meet at the bakery, then painter's choice- go where you want. I had in mind to try and portray deep space, and aim for the feeling of a walk or journey.
For sure my choice of this location was not happenstance. And there's no way I could paint on that street corner without the proud mother-of-the-bride coming out... [When the time had come, we proceeded up the brick walkway to a moment that would forever change things. The day when a young man held my little girl's hands, looked into her eyes and sang the most perfectly tear-inspiring version of "Come what may... I will love you, until my dying day". Then the reception outside in the park across the street.]
I would tell you that this is the oldest church on it's original foundation, but I have to go get a tissue... Here's the part where the painter lady has to show off her most lovely, handsome, and time-invested works ~ the kids.