Last night I was about as far away from this field as I could ever imagine.
My NYC dwelling son turned 30, and his beautiful bride decided to throw him a birthday bash. She was thoughtful enough to invite my husband and I, and beforehand we joked about how we would be the oldest people there. It was no joke- we clearly were.
After a great dinner and great margaritas, we went into a great bar to fete Oliver. Note: Times have changed.
Music has gotten much louder, bars have gotten much darker, and our hearing ain't what it used to be. However a party is a party and I'm more that a little proud to say that I've hung out in a hip bar on the Bowery. By 11:00pm, we said our goodbyes and headed back to our hotel.
The antidote to all of this was to return home to paint one of my favorite places in Deerfield, Mass. After last night, I needed a dose of silence and lots of fresh air. As I painted I finally had the quiet time to appreciate the contrast of city vs country. Each makes the other more vibrant by comparison.
Rather like red and green, if you know what I mean.