As promised in my last universal blog post, here is my image painted the very same afternoon.  Toootaallly different. (that's Totally for you foreign visitors).  So the plan was to  stay home and finish "business" stuff for the afternoon.  Then the clouds parted, a shaft of radiant sunlight landed on my workspace, and heavenly voices were suddenly heard.  What was I to do?  Let's see, taxes? Radiance! Taxes? Light!....(ok, the part about heavenly voices was added for narrative development)  taxes...aggh.... just a quick one...8 x10, no, 9 x 12...and, in a flash I was gone like the morning snowfall.

I climbed a nearby ridge to a familiar clearing, punctuated by cedars of all sizes.  I hadn't been back here for awhile and was surprised by the size which some of these little urchins grew.  I picked one tucked in a corner, laden with the freshly fallen snow, and the rest...you know.

It was a voice, said,... I think....taxes

It was a quick paint.  I already had a meeting scheduled for my taxes.