The wonder of the world, the beauty and the power, the shapes of things, their colours, lights, shades – these I saw. – Olaus Murie
I was 10, my brother six when, one morning, we walked down to the Field. A group of plein air painters had gathered under the eucalyptus. Their clothes, easels, hats…all were “foreign” to us, figures materialized from another era. My brother and I made our way over to the group.