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I'm with you: vanilla is NOT a flavor and Clint Smith is a delight. I loved the poem you linked to and I enjoyed his book How the Word is Passed a few years ago. After hearing him read his poem, I think the audiobook narrator was not him, which is a darn shame. What a voice!

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He reads his latest book of poetry, Above Ground.

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I love that you are on my side about vanilla. It's a big deal in our family. Right up there with how to pronounce pecan. Both potential conflicts that could lead to a civil war.

I loved the Clint Smith poem too, his perspective in the poem really reminds me of Matt as a young Dad.

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I love these photos of the brown turned to gold in the sunlight. Proof that the right lighting is transformative!

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Thanks, Shannon, it really is all about the light. I went on the same bike ride the next morning and brown was back to being the neutral background for the remaining fall colors and the bright blue sky, nothing special.

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I love this posting in so many ways.

but you are wrong about vanilla.

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Thank you, friend.

Clearly, I have family that would back you up on the vanilla debate. They would be wrong, but they would back you up.

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The photos out in the field are gorgeous and worth the effort to catch the light! I can imagine sitting their to paint them!!!

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Thanks! And yes, I've tried to start bringing my sketchbook with me on my bike rides but I often forget. I always see the most interesting people and I want to stop and get quick sketches while the images are fresh. I haven't tried painting on the trail, just from reference photos back at my desk, but maybe when it warms up again (there are a few benches along the way).

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