I hear the wind blowing through the trees. I smell the mustiness of the fog and air around me. I need a jacket to keep warm. I am going to the mountains to paint. I feel relaxed. I want to make it home before dark. Dear Bridget, I am writing to you from Japan, the Meiji Era. It is stunning here despite the fog covering the tops of the mountains. It is very relaxing and there arent too many people here, I think you would like it a lot. Next time you have to come! Sincerely, Abby At the Museum of Fine Arts we saw different types of art that ranged from modern to ancient and landscapes to portfolios. These were 2 of my favorites that were very different. The first one was a bunch of what looked to be glass bottles in a box made out of mirrors. When you looked inside it looked like they go on forever. The painting beneath it took up the whole wall that it was on. I really liked how it was the center of attention and it was very hard to miss.
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March 2018
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