My son made it back from weeks in the Utah wilderness late last night. I caught a glance of him passing this painting of his father. My son is now 17 years old- his dad was 21 when I painted him. It takes my breath away.
Am I destined to be witness to this march, this poetic march of time?
what handsome dudes!
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yeah, it's just plain weird to see our sons become grown MEN!
I know!
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