Painting in the Suburbs ...

Some people think living in the suburbs is boring, but every saterday i walk to a chain store coffee place to get a latte.
On the way the pop warner footbal guys where playing, it's like 7-12 year olds with pads that play american football. The coach was yelling "what color are they" ... kids yelled "blue" ... "what color are they" ... kids yelled "blue" what "color are we" kids yelled "green", then all the kids yelled and two lines of them slammed into each other. I felt like i was in the middle of some braveheart scene.
Down the field where young women playing soccer, it was like watching young doe play in a large field, legs stronger then you'd think ... blonde hair kind of jumping in a fight with the air.
Past that, there was a team that was mostly playing softball, this guy calls out that he will hit a home run on the next pitch ... other team kind of jeers him ... next through ... he hits the ball ... as i'm on the other side of the fence in center field, I see the ball arc over the left field fence for a home run ... it was like i was a a NY Yankee's game watching babe ruth.
When I get back home, the door knocks, and it is a baptist preacher being slightly pushy showing me where the church is ... you have to expect that from a baptist preacher and I didn't mind him being pushy on the scriptures, though I did gracefully close the door ... saying i would try and stop by.
Anyway, some people think living in the suburbs is boring, but if u think of it ... this one walk in the mourning (and i do it every saterday) gave me a year of material i could paint.