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March 26, 2010
A cart packed with Easter Lillies and a few tulips was on display today. I stood, admiring the blooms and the generous layer of pollen sprinkled within them. When Barb checked to see if the coast was clear, I took a picture of the cart with my phone with the intention of drawing it later. Will I only draw the cart and the surrounding store? Didn't my last watercolor of this place, depicting outside garden as a prison cell, sum up enough of my feelings here? I continually have to remind myself it's not my employer's fault I'm stuck here.